Summoning the Generals

Suddenly, a crisp, childish voice brimming with energy rolled in from far outside Nine-Room Hall.

Immediately after, a little child with twin tufts tied up toward the sky, bare feet, and the Universe Ring hanging around his neck burst straight into the hall from outside like a gust of wind, rushing in with fire and fury. It was none other than Nezha.

Seeing this little devil incarnate barge into the court with no scruples whatsoever, the assembled ministers had yet to even feel surprised.

Grand Preceptor Bigan, who stood at the head of the civil officials, instantly drew his brows together. As the literary teacher personally appointed by Your Majesty to teach Nezha to read, he immediately set his face and sternly barked:

"Nezha! Nine-Room Hall is a vital place where affairs of state are discussed. Without being summoned, how can you run in so recklessly? Where are the rules you learned on normal days?!"

Nezha, who one second earlier had been rushing in full of fire and fighting spirit, heard Bigan's voice, and his little face abruptly stiffened.

He immediately stopped in his tracks, swiftly pressed both hands tight against the seams of his trousers, and in an instant pretended to be an obedient little baby, lowering his head, eyes on his nose and nose on his heart, standing there meekly without even daring to breathe loudly.

Seeing this scene, Di Xin, seated on the throne, nearly laughed out loud.

This lawless little brat had actually been subdued by Bigan until he was perfectly obedient.

This was what they called brine setting tofu—truly, one thing always conquered another!

Di Xin looked at Nezha, whose little face had flushed red from holding it in, smiled faintly, and said:

"Nezha, since you wish to go to the front lines for tempering,