"You have only learned our language but not our etiquette—storming into someone else's home without even announcing your name, is this the etiquette of your Magic Realm?" Mei Simiao, transformed into a child, stepped over the scorched ground, a red ribbon hanging behind him.
Beneath the calm exterior of Mei Simiao in this state lay a turbulent heart. His abilities were as rare and extraordinary as Shangxing's Nezha, a celestial soldier among the legendary figures. However, he had taken it further than Shangxing, this power granting him formidable strength while also subjecting him to immense pain.
