"Big Sister Jin Ning, you're here!" Hearing Jin Ning's voice, Nezha happily turned around, raising the spear in his hand as he called out.
When he saw Li Jing and his wife behind her, Nezha seemed to suddenly remember something. The delighted expression on his face abruptly became uneasy.
He lowered his head slightly and said helplessly, "Father, Mother, I'm sorry. I lost the two Zhentian Arrows that Chentang Pass has worshiped for generations."
As he spoke, he reluctantly returned the Zhentian Bow and the flaming spear in his hands to their original places.
"Um... I also accidentally made the Zhentian Bow and the Righteousness Arrow acknowledge me as their master." Nezha spoke timidly.
Looking at his son's uneasy expression, complicated emotions flashed through Li Jing's eyes. There was pride that his son had surpassed him, as well as the helplessness of being overtaken by his own child.
He slowly stepped forward and gently placed his rough hand on Nezha's shoulder. "Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Yin Shi Niang's eyes had long since reddened. She pulled Nezha into her arms. "My son, how could your father and I blame you? We're overjoyed that you were able to make this Human Way Sacred Artifact acknowledge you as its master!"
With a beaming smile, Jin Ning walked forward and lightly tapped the Zhentian Bow with her fingertip. "Nezha, do you know why this bow acknowledged you as its master?"
Nezha shook his head blankly. "Wasn't it because we were fated to meet, and I successfully managed to draw it?"
"Fated to meet?" Jin Ning was momentarily at a loss for words. "You are indeed fated to meet, but that isn't the main reason. After all, although few people throughout the generations have been able to draw the Zhentian Bow,