Planning to Get Rough

"Restarting...? Does Nuwa...?"

Lanyan retreated and turned to the side with a lowered head. Her eyes quivered before stealing a gaze at Wenrou again. "Is he... is he really a Sacred Guardian like what Zhenye said? How come he became one? Is it the price of being revived again?"

The red lady shook her head. "He was already a Sacred Guardian even before he died by my baby's hands. If he wasn't, then why would Dunzhao urge Poison Flower to concoct venom from The Witness just to kill him? Dunzhao, Zhenye, and Bingxing were the only ones who knew before; and they were the only ones who could answer how he became one." Her eyes narrowed at nothing in particular. "Regardless, Emodao's reign of terror was just a show for Nuwa. The very least, she found out how weak and spineless her Imperial Army was."