Ai Cao asked, somewhat confused, "...Do I need a successor?"

The women around her had different expressions.

They couldn't hear what Nuwa said, but they could hear what the mugwort was saying.

The women all know that Jiang Ai is still very young. She is in her prime and will remain in her position for a very long time.

Should she find a successor right now?

Where will she find her successor?

The women had all fought on the battlefield, and although some tribes had been given new surnames by the Mother Goddess, they could not forget those past grudges and hatreds.

After all, it's not that the person has changed, just that the surname has changed.

If Jiang Ai doesn't mention it, they can pretend that the past grudges don't exist and all work together peacefully as Jiang Ai's subordinates.

Since we are all of the same bloodline as the Mother Goddess, if there are any conflicts, we can all go to the Mother Goddess Stone to repent and drink a good drink.

But now that Jiang Ai has so openly said these words, they naturally can't help but be suspicious and think that she is hinting at something.

Nuwa chuckled softly.

She said, "I mentioned before that I made a bet with your kids." She kindly reminded Ai Cao, "You mean the female characters."

The mugwort nodded.

She remembers it.

She was forcing the little boy to draw a map of the Ji tribe's terrain at the time and didn't have time to think about what the ball of light had said. By the time she realized what was happening, the pendant around her neck had started to heat up again.

The pendant then made no sound at all.

Ai Cao asked, "What kind of bet?"

Nuwa smiled, her eyes crinkling: "It's you who will destroy this world..."

She waved her hand casually and said, "Take us off the planned route."