Seeing that most people had arrived, Nezha put down his little whip. Whipping Tie Shan at home was for pleasure, but whipping Kunpeng here was for fun.
Pleasure can always exist, but fun is not always guaranteed. This dry old man was a bit nauseating to look at. Nezha put down the whip, went behind Zhunti again, took out a cushion, smiled at the people in front, and sat down with a thud.
Waiting for the Daoist Ancestor's second lecture, Kunpeng, who had been publicly flogged for half a day, finally sighed in relief. This little brat had finally let him off; he had paid too much for this lecture!
Nezha and the three others didn't arrive very early. After some pre-class activities, most people had gathered. Hao Tian slammed the door shut, and the second lecture officially began.
Hong Jun's figure naturally appeared above, as if he had always been there.
