Nezha certainly knew about this, but merely kept silent without explanation.
"Don't get too carried away, kid!"
Qiangliang, being the Thunder Ancestor Witch, naturally had a temper. At this moment, he tried to rise but was directly pressed down by Emperor Jiang.
"Hahaha, it's a trivial matter."
After saying that, he took Nezha's catalog and walked out. Soon, a large team of witches returned carrying things, and Emperor Jiang held a bright red mound of fresh blood in his hand.
"Take it!"
"Brother, you're giving it to me just like that?"
This call of 'Brother' from Nezha was sincere. The things Emperor Jiang gave were at least three times what Nezha asked for, and the essence blood was even beyond that. Afterwards, Emperor Jiang would have to recover in Pangu Hall for at least ten thousand years, or his foundation might even be harmed.
With one word, Nezha received, as if dealing with a simpleton with plenty of money.
