"Indeed, the Eastern lands are full of talented and virtuous people. Both my brother and I are ashamed, truly ashamed!"
Beside him, Jieyin, with a bitter expression, quickly nodded his head.
On the surface, Nezha showed no reaction, but he was quite satisfied internally. Normally, he was immune to the flattery of ordinary immortals, but was a future Saint just anyone?
Thus, the six cushions were finally distributed thoroughly. Hao Tian and the Turquoise Pool set up an array to block Kunpeng's voice from entering.
Just as Nezha was about to take his cushion to sit down, Hong Yun pulled Zhen Yuanzi over to him, saying with the look of having found a kindred spirit, "I didn't expect there to be such a perfect person in the Primordial era. Daoist Friend, from now on, you are my best friend. Have a chance to come to the Fire Cloud Cave, where we can sit and discuss the Dao!"
Nezha's mouth twitched. He only messed with Kunpeng to vent his anger; how did he become a perfect person?
