"Dragon King! This is all a terrible misunderstanding!"
Li Jing hurriedly cupped his hands, anxiously looking around as his gaze swept rapidly through the crowd.
At a glance, he spotted a small figure huddled in a corner. It was Nezha.
He rushed over in a few strides, grabbed Nezha, and pulled him before him. Lowering his voice, he demanded angrily and urgently:
"Tell me the truth! Did you kill the Dragon King's son?"
His heart was a tangled mess. He was pleased that this child, after training under True Man Taiyi, truly possessed such skill that he could even kill a Dragon Prince.
But he was also furious that, at such a young age, Nezha had brought about such a catastrophic disaster, dragging all of Chentang Pass into ruin.
The moment he remembered that Nezha was a Demon Pill who never stopped causing trouble, Li Jing was at a complete loss, his palms slick with cold sweat.
Nezha looked up at the furious dragon in the sky, then glanced at the townsfolk below, who were crying and fleeing in panic. His little head shook like a rattle drum as he repeatedly denied it:
"No, no, no! How could I possibly beat a Dragon Prince? This is all a misunderstanding!"
Nezha was quietly making his own calculations, remembering True Man Taiyi's instructions firmly.
His teacher had said that as long as he hid the dragon sinew well and refused to admit anything, even the Dragon King of the East Sea would have no way to convict him.
Thinking of this, he stiffened his neck, feeling much more confident, and continued shaking his head at Li Jing.
"It really wasn't me! I just went to the river for a bath. I didn't do anything!"
Seeing Nezha insist that he had committed no