It was supposed to be night, yet this frontier was still bathed in sunlight.
The Golden Crow Emperor hid within the Wastelands, yet the Taihua Radiance spread across the entire Immortal Realm.
Without day and night, the biological clocks of all living beings under heaven were thrown into chaos.
Er Lang the Divine Lord called Nezha over for a drink, and Nezha, not avoiding his father, sat openly with Little Kirin and the others.
Little Qing looked at him and chuckled, "Aren't you afraid your father will get angry?"
Nezha laughed heartily, "He can be angry, and I can drink my wine. We won't bother each other!"
Everyone laughed, raising their cups to clink together.
Er Lang the Divine Lord advised Nezha, "Annoyance aside, I still suggest you go back and tell your father. Our defense is based on advantageous terrain. If we rashly attack, we might fall into the trap of the Ancient Demon Clan and suffer a severe blow."
