Nuwa had just escaped from the dark and endless imprisonment, and her face looked grim, hinting at panic and unease.
After countless years of confinement, coupled with the heavy injuries caused by Hong Jun, even though Nuwa was an esteemed Saint, she was at her core a being of flesh and blood, and fear couldn't easily dissipate.
Upon hearing the sound.
Nuwa glanced around, then looked at Zhao Feng in front of her, and only then did her taut nerves gradually relax. Her body was no longer so stiff, slowly easing a bit, but not fully relaxed.
"What tribe are you?"
Nuwa slightly narrowed her eyes, her gaze fixed on Zhao Feng, still carrying some wariness.
Although she knew the person in front of her had rescued her, upon just escaping captivity and finding herself in this unfamiliar situation, caution was only natural.
Meanwhile.
Nuwa was also secretly mobilizing her mana, ready to act immediately if anything seemed amiss.
"Human Race."
