Upon entering the grand hall, Lady Nuwa sat solemnly on the cloud bed, her expression dignified. Nezha felt that no words could better describe perfection than those used to depict his teacher.
"Disciple Nezha pays respects to the teacher."
Their bond had grown closer, so such formalities were no longer necessary as before.
Nuwa nodded slightly.
"Are you aware of Hao Tian's plea for aid?"
Nezha nodded. During the preparation phase, he had already heard Long Ji and the others discussing it. He also heard about Randeng's escape and how Huang Long had chased him into the Chaos.
Nezha was honestly more shocked by Huang Long's story than Hao Tian's plea. In the Primordial realm, there were very few Immortals with such high moral standards.
Things like 'sacrificing one's entire family for Cultivation' were far too common.
Such was the barbarism of the Primordial times.
"Teacher, do I need to go too?"
