Nezha sat up and nodded earnestly, "Sister, I still like your original appearance."
"Really?"
"Really."
Opposite him, Guanyin's expression became a little displeased as she stood up and twirled around, asking, "Am I not good like this?"
Nezha answered seriously, "There are tens of thousands of female immortals in the Primordial world who flaunt their allure, but only Sister Guanyin truly embodies compassion.
Heart Demon, you fundamentally don't understand men."
'Guanyin' instantly began to twist and transformed into a little black figure, muttering incomprehensible phrases that sounded like curses to Nezha.
Nezha gave a light blow, and the Heart Demon dissipated immediately.
The surroundings shifted once more, this time placing him directly inside a grand hall.
At the center sat a man in a black robe, quietly poised.
The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, neither speaking.
