Li Jing finally waited for Nezha—it wasn't as if Nezha had much choice, since Li Jing had been busy advising Deng Chanyu on her 'cultivation' and body refinement.
Suddenly, purple energy surged from Li Jing's side, sweeping across thirty thousand miles in grand fashion. Nezha rushed over but couldn't even get close. All he could see was Old Li, being led by a Daoist holding the reins of a green bull while heading south, chatting happily along the way.
Nezha wasn't foolish. Just the posture and the sight of that green bull were enough for him to immediately recognize what was happening. He followed along the way, watching as desolate mountains and barren lands transformed into fertile plains under the hooves of the bull's trampling, while all sorts of demons and devils from the mountains didn't even dare to show themselves, crushed straight into dust beneath the bull's tread.
Nezha was genuinely awe-struck.
