After spending so long in the Primordial world, if Nezha's skin wasn't as thick as a City Wall, it was at least as thick as a Golden Brick. He grabbed the old man's harp, strummed it casually, and started singing: "Boundless horizons are my love, beneath the endless green hills flowers are in bloom, what kind of rhythm is the most swingin', what kind of melody evokes the greatest joy…"
The old man was stunned speechless on the spot.
"You're the most beautiful cloud on my horizon, let me capture you with all my heart, hehehe…"
Nezha even sang the DJ remix version!
The old man clearly couldn't accept such avant-garde artistry. His blood felt like it was flowing in reverse, his brain vessels were on the verge of bursting, and his eyeballs were veined with red. He felt his lifelong dedication to the pursuit of music had been insulted and trampled!
His whole body trembled as he reached out a finger at Nezha.
"You, you, you... you-you-you…"
