"What kind of level is the East Sea at? Does it even deserve to drown me?"
After that, he added another explanation: "Relax, I've set up an array around your room, no one outside can hear a thing."
Little Brother seemed to already be used to Nezha's sudden appearances and returned to speaking in a normal volume.
"Then how did you die?"
Nezha furrowed his brows. How did I die?
Little Brother explained to Nezha, "My mom couldn't see you and insisted you weren't a ghost?"
"Isn't your master Taiyi? Don't you know any immortal spells?"
Little Brother scratched his head. From his impression, immortals were all like his master—radiant celestial bearing, white-haired and white-bearded. How could the guy in front of him, a hundred times more attractive than his elder brothers, possibly be an immortal?
"Really?"
