"This little dragon would not dare! This little dragon would not dare!"
His tone was earnest as he bowed and kowtowed.
"Let this little dragon put aside all past grudges and entanglements. They shall be written off with Nezha, and there will be no further discord between us."
After saying this, Ao Bing raised his eyes toward Nezha in the distance. His expression was relieved as he gave a slight nod. From this moment on, all their past hatred and grievances vanished like smoke.
Above the sea of clouds, Nezha looked at Ao Bing, whose body was whole again and whose dragon aura had returned to its gentle warmth. All his former defiance and sharpness had faded away, while guilt surged uncontrollably in his heart.
He stepped forward and solemnly bowed. The arrogance had left the young man's voice, leaving it filled with remorse.
"Third prince of the East Sea, I acted recklessly and wantonly in the past. I wrongly took your life and brought about a great disaster.
"Nezha sincerely apologizes to you here. Thank you, Third prince, for your broad-mindedness in setting aside old grievances and overlooking my past wrongs."
The youth bowed in apology, openly admitting his mistake.
Seeing Nezha shed his former arrogance and hostility, with all the mischief gone from his features and his sharp edges worn away, leaving behind the bright, forthright bearing of a young man, Ao Bing was filled with surprise.
He recalled what had happened before. The youth before him was still so young, yet his divine abilities were formidable. During that battle, Ao Bing had not even possessed the strength to fight back, and he had long since developed a measure of admiration for him.
As the saying went, strangers became friends after a fight. One life-and-death ordeal dissolved all