Children always like to act mature, while Old Deng always likes to pretend young.
When praised as "cute," Little Brother became extremely angry.
"Stop treating me like a child! I'm already the hero of Chentang Pass!"
"Alright, Little Brother."
Little Brother clenched his tiny fist, gesturing furiously for a long time but ultimately didn't strike. When I grow up, I'll definitely teach you a lesson!
Determined, Little Brother continued to focus on cultivation. Nezha, on the other hand, glanced worriedly out the window. Dark clouds loomed heavily over the city—a sign that something was amiss. Mortals were oblivious, but he could tell at a glance that there was malevolence at work.
Sure enough, during the following half-month, torrential rains drenched the region. Naturally, Li Jing noticed something wrong, but his subpar cultivation offered no solution. All he could do was offer sacrifices to the Dragon King while leading the armored soldiers to dredge rivers and clear floodwater.
