Fu Xi said in puzzlement, "Then what do you want to ask?"
Bai Jin looked at the oddly shaped animal that Nuwa was forming again in her hands and tactfully asked, "Why are the things Lady Nuwa shapes always so... so, um, peculiar?"
Bai Jin is now very worried about the Human Clan, could there be something wrong with Lady Nuwa's aesthetic sense?!
Pausing for a moment, Fu Xi replied embarrassedly, "My sister's crafting skills indeed have some issues, as you can see from that pavilion."
A dark line crossed Bai Jin's forehead. Some issues? The problem is huge, okay! He silently mourned for the first Human Ancestor in his heart.
As time passed and the stars shifted, Lady Nuwa became more and more adept at playing with clay; the mud animals she created fell to the ground and immediately came to life, existing longer and longer, as more and more animals ran out from the valley.
