You Want Me to Repair a Planet?

Of course the Old Angel King regretted it. He had only agreed because he had no other choice at the time.

He had originally thought that Little Nezha, being from the Cyber Heavenly Court, could at least help come up with some ideas.

He had not thought much when he agreed, but what could he do now?

He had already promised them. He could not possibly go back on his word, could he?

"Then all we can do now is slowly think of a solution. I'll try to figure something out first and see if we can stop their planet's so-called tidal motion. If this keeps going, the two of us might end up becoming tools for their rituals."

After all, the Old Angel King knew what they liked, and those people had always been devoted to turning others into ritual tools.

If things continued to develop, it definitely would not do them any good.

Little Nezha could only sit nearby with one leg crossed over the other and wait. He had no idea what the other party was going to do, so he could only wait for the result.

"You can slowly think of something yourself. I can't come up with any solution right now. If I had one, I wouldn't be this anxious."

"You know I'm just a child. How could I possibly think of so many solutions? I'll have to trouble you with everything."

A smile hung on Little Nezha's lips, and he seemed rather pleased.

The Old Angel King could only bitterly rack his brains alone. Little Nezha, you were at least someone by the Heavenly Venerate's side. How could you just slack off?

Could the Heavenly Venerate really have so many slackers around him?

That should be impossible. Shouldn't most of those around the Heavenly