At this moment, Nezha was shirtless, banging away at the forge.
"Nezha? Nezha! Hey!"
Long Ji's face was flushed with shyness, though her gaze never left Nezha's bare skin.
Nezha curled his lips. You've touched it before, so why are you still embarrassed to take a look?
"Long Ji, didn't you say you hated how hot the Sun Star is? What are you doing here then?"
Long Ji's face was red as a tomato. Whether it was from embarrassment or the heat was unclear.
"I came to find you for something! Um, my mother's big birthday celebration is coming up. Have you prepared a gift yet?"
Nezha froze at her words. Recently, he had been busy blacksmithing and comprehending the Power Dao, so he had completely forgotten about it.
"Has Daji and the others prepared theirs?"
Long Ji rattled off a list of the gifts Daji and the others had prepared, then sighed with worry.
