On the second day of patrol, Nezha casually let go of the Lady Rashamon he had lectured repeatedly about the need for self-love; she wasn't worth the trouble.
Lady Rashamon walked away with three hesitant turns, eventually returning to the Blood Sea.
The burly Witch Clan brother next to Nezha patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you sure have good judgment. A woman like her is no good—it'd be tough to raise sons with that kind of wife."
Nezha was too tired to argue. "Ah, right, right, you're absolutely correct," he replied indifferently.
Nezha thought the matter was over, only to run into Lady Rashamon again during patrol the following day.
She was clad in a long red dress, resembling a blooming peony.
"Immortal Master, come hang out!"
Nezha's expression immediately darkened. What kind of audacious words were these?
