Composed, dignified, and thoughtful, with the temperament of a leader.
Nezha didn't feel anything like envy towards this; whether Yunxiao was holding it or not made little difference to him. However, he couldn't help but feel speechless: "You old devil! If I hadn't prodded you, you'd still be hiding it?"
After finishing these arrangements, the obsession that had kept the East King Duke tethered finally began to dissipate.
"Who knows what the future holds~"
"No worries, old man. I've got strong connections in the underworld. I'll make sure you get a decent reincarnation!"
After saying this, Nezha reclaimed the residual soul of the East King Duke.
Beneath the Fusang Tree, the roots stirred and revealed a hidden space—it was clearly the inheritance the East King Duke had mentioned.
Yunxiao hesitated. After all, she and her siblings had only come along as backup for Nezha. Now that fortune had fallen into her hands, it didn't seem entirely appropriate.
