Unable to Reason It Out

Little Nezha froze for a moment when he heard the voice. He had thought it would take the Old Angel King at least some time to find him.

He had not expected him to arrive so quickly. It seemed the other man truly had some skill.

But no one could stop him. Even if the Heavenly Venerate spoke, he would not force him.

"Now that these wings are in my hands, they belong to me. You still want them back? Besides, don't you already have a pair of purple wings?"

Little Nezha was still somewhat reluctant to part with them. After all, wings in that color were especially rare.

He had never seen wings like these before. Now that he finally had a pair, he wanted to keep them by his side.

But the Old Angel King seemed unwilling, and he was clearly determined to reclaim these wings. If Little Nezha truly insisted on keeping them, he would definitely offend him.

The two might even end up fighting. But no matter what, the Old Angel King was a friend of the Heavenly Venerate. If they really fought, who knew what the Heavenly Venerate's attitude would be?

"Do you even know that this belongs to me? No matter how good those purple wings are, they aren't mine. I don't want them! Hurry up. The Heavenly Venerate doesn't want to deal with you because he thinks you're a child, but today this old man is going to teach you a proper lesson and show you what first come, first served means."

As the Old Angel King spoke, all the children around him stared at him.

Purple wings, white hair... This old grandpa might just be the so-called Santa Claus.

On top of that, the Old Angel King was rather chubby to begin