"Senior, how exactly do you want me to assist?"
"Little friend, simply wed or take a concubine from the Tushan Clan, and all will be well."
Nezha: "..."
Alright, alright, hats off to you as a leader—always so thorough with your plans. But seriously, I don't lack women in my life, and besides, I, Nezha, am all about strength, okay?
Dayu's suggestion was actually pretty reasonable. After all, back in his era, this kind of arrangement was all the rage, and he himself had done the same.
Moreover, with Nezha having found one of the Nine Tripods, Dayu regarded him as a future Human King. Marrying into the Tushan Clan would undoubtedly elevate their status even further. As for how many wives Nezha ended up taking, Dayu couldn't care less—and frankly, didn't want to.
But honestly, this idea was already outdated. In these chaotic times, Nezha had no intention of becoming the Human King anyway. That title would probably be abolished soon enough.
