Time flew by, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Seven-year-old Nezha was a demon child, lawless and unrestrained.
After learning his skills, overturning rivers and seas had become routine for him.
At a branch palace of the East Sea Dragon Palace, the East Sea Dragon King, Ao Guang, had recently been driven to distraction by the conflict between humans and dragons that the Dragon Clan higher-ups had ordered him to provoke.
Ancestor Dragon had said only one thing: "Mind the limits." Those four casual words weighed on Ao Guang's heart like a massive boulder.
How difficult were those two words, "the limits," to grasp?
What Ancestor Dragon wanted was conflict, a pretext to disrupt the fortune of the Three Realms. Yet these "limits" required him to light the fire without burning himself, to stir up trouble without giving others grounds to accuse him.
Those above merely opened their mouths; those below ran themselves ragged.
And then there was Nezha, the demon child of Chentang Pass, who seemed born to cause trouble.
Over the past three years, his disturbances in the sea had only worsened. Recently, he had become even more excessive, repeatedly toying with the sea-patrolling soldiers.
Ao Guang looked at the surging seawater beyond the hall and listened to the complaints of the Water Tribe drifting in from afar, his brows knotted tightly.
He dared not defy Ancestor Dragon's order, or his days as Dragon King would be over. And Nezha's antics in the sea seemed to be fanning the flames from some unseen hand, leaving the brewing conflict between humans and dragons only one opportunity away from erupting.
He drew in a deep breath of seawater, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes. Fine. Since Lord Ancestor Dragon wanted restraint, then he would use