Outside, a torrential downpour raged, occasionally lit up by flashes of lightning, with thunder making the house tremble.
Jiang Ziya hadn't slept all night until a thoroughly soaked Nezha dragged his weary body into the room. It was then that he welcomed him with a broad smile.
"You, struck by lightning, are indeed still alive."
Nezha grabbed the teapot and downed an entire pot of tea before letting out a breath and saying, "Uncle Master, does the heavenly secret truly exist?"
Raising his head, he stared blankly at the ceiling where beams crisscrossed, new wood showing clear rings and rough spots yet to be smoothed out.
"Of course it does. The workings of this world can be followed through their patterns. Otherwise, how could cultivators cultivate, and how could all things continue to exist?"
Leaning back into his chair, eyes closed, he said, "Uncle Master, you are right. This Emperor of Chengtang and Daji are indeed not yet at their time to die."
