An Qingyu frowned and countered, "Who are you?"
"Tsk, I asked first. Could you answer me before that?" The young man shrugged. "Do you know Lin Qiye? Which one is Baili Pangpang?"
Seeing the young man call out Baili Pangpang's name, the confusion in An Qingyu's eyes deepened.
"I-I'm Baili Pangpang."
Baili Pangpang raised his hand.
The young man nodded slightly at this. "Then I've got the right people... Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Nezha. You should have heard of me."
Upon hearing this, all four of them froze where they stood.
A moment later, their eyes widened slightly. "Nezha?"
Shen Qingzhu carefully sized up the roguish young man before him, dressed in a fiery red hoodie and only reaching his shoulder in height. No matter how he looked at him, he could not connect him with the Third Prince from the legends who had wreaked havoc in the East Sea.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not some ancient fossil. After being reincarnated, you naturally have to integrate into modern society." Nezha waved the latest-model smartphone in his hand. "Sorry, but I had to confirm your identities before introducing myself. Otherwise, people might think I'm insane."
An Qingyu: ...
"What did you come to us for?" he asked.
Nezha was, after all, a famed figure from Great Xia mythology. Why had he suddenly appeared and said he wanted to find them? And judging from the situation at the airport entrance, he had been waiting there for quite some time.
They were merely a group of mortals. What had they done to deserve such attention from a Great Xia God?
Nezha slipped his phone back into his pocket and said seriously, "I came to take you back to Heavenly Court."
"Heavenly Court?"
"Mm." Nezha nodded. "Someone