The three hundred Powerful Warriors and the Jiling God all broke into smiles. In these times, even Immortals need to make ends meet somehow.
"Thank you, Emperor, for your generosity!"
Nezha tossed the sack of rice to the Immortal of Colossal Spirit and returned to the starry sky. After all, the Turquoise Pool was originally built by Shi Ji; Nezha's involvement wasn't necessary since a touch-up on her end would be effortless.
As the Immortal of Colossal Spirit hoisted up the Turquoise Pool, he glanced around at the floating rocks, the neatly arranged stone steps beneath his feet, and the serene and breezy Nezha ahead. He couldn't help shouting in his heart, "Holy crap, now that's a real Immortal! Meanwhile, I'm just… a divine laborer."
