Fu Xi was enjoying the scenery in the mountains.
In his hand, he held the Eight Diagrams, and his ears perked up to listen to the "gossips."
"So that's how it is."
"My sister actually has such interesting stories?"
"Hmm, it seems Daoist Wuyou is not simple after all."
Fu Xi listened with relish to Nuwa and Meng Wuyou narrating their "deep friendship" between them.
Taixu Nine Heavens, twelve Goddesses.
Taixu and Zi Xiao do not get along.
Fu Xi naturally knew.
He simply never inquired or divined about Nuwa's private matters before.
The reason for this, he learned it for the first time today.
This indeed satisfied Fu Xi's interest in juicy news.
In contrast, the shy young man, Wangchuan, looked a bit mournful.
He wished he could cover his ears.
"Is it over, should I even be listening to this?"
"After hearing so much today, am I going to die? I must be going to die!"
Wangchuan roared internally, his face full of dismay, as if he saw his own end approaching.
