Jiang Ziya felt he had made up his mind.
A friend like Nezha was indeed rare, but as long as he embarked on the path of cultivation, he believed they would meet again in the long journey ahead.
A deal like this.
How worthwhile.
No need to think so much.
Jiang Ziya was thinking about it, not noticing that he had already arrived in front of Li Er.
Until an unbearable heat emanated from ahead, he snapped out of his thoughts, noticing the boy beside him glaring at him due to his loss of composure, which startled him, causing him to cast aside all chaotic thoughts and prostrate himself on the ground.
"Disciple Jiang Shang, greets the Great Monarch, wishing the Great Monarch eternal life of countless years!"
"Rise." Laozi wasn't wearing his Daoist robe but a singlet, which was peculiar since with his level of cultivation, he shouldn't sweat, so why wear it?
In such attire, except for the long silver-white beard, he didn't look like a Taoist, more like a lumberjack.
