As Nezha stepped out of the tunnel, he felt a momentary twist in the fabric of time, like a distortion in reality. After adjusting for a moment, he was greeted by the icy beauty Xuanming. Nezha had always kept a respectful distance from such obviously hard-to-handle individuals, trailing silently behind her while mulling over Lady Houtu's intentions.
It was clear that this time he would undoubtedly have plenty of tasks to complete, yet the gains had far exceeded his expectations. Love without reason is suspect—Nezha wasn't deluded enough to think he had suddenly transformed into the ultimate Primordial charmer.
Still, it didn't seem like harm would come to him; otherwise, it would've been unnecessary to invest so many resources.
Returning once again to the familiar grand hall, this time Xuanming Ancestor Witch didn't follow him inside. As Nezha entered, the large doors behind him closed automatically.
