He bit his lip tightly.

At the foot of Chentang Pass, Nezha had scraped bones to repay his mother and cut off his flesh to repay his father.

The cause and effect have been cleared, the grudges have been paid!

Even the patriarch, the sage in charge, cannot fault him on this matter.

Only the burning lamp is pressing forward step by step.

Wanting to forcefully twist and tamper with his thoughts.

Let him transform from a lotus into a clay puppet.

"What is the purpose of my uncle and his disciples in saying this?" Nezha asked respectfully.

The figure of the saint became ethereal at this moment.

The saint's virtue also became illusory.

"Why do you care that I am doing this?"

"I just want to know your answer!"

"Has Nezha today been tamed by Gang Chang's etiquette and become a plaything of etiquette and Gang Chang's puppet?"

When Nezha listened, his heart was shaken and his thoughts were boiling.

He felt as if he was standing in front of an abyss. He could even hear the bone-eroding wind in the ruins, blowing into his soul and hitting his thoughts.

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He understood that he had stood at a crossroads of destiny.
Chapter completed!