"Third Prince?" Ling Qing looked toward He Xiangu.
He Xiangu said, "The Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly, Li Nezha, Martial Uncle Taiyi's disciple—you should have heard of him."
Thinking of the golden rings the youth had used, Ling Qing suddenly understood. "Indeed. I truly hadn't thought of it just now."
He Xiangu realized it as well and said, "So that youth on the sea earlier was him."
She added, "Since that is the case, let us go forward and clear up this misunderstanding, lest it stir up trouble in the future."
Ling Qing nodded. "Very well. In the end, I was rash earlier and nearly injured the Seventh Princess."
He did not blame someone for suddenly leaping out to block his path. The sea was not a road—there was no such thing as jaywalking across it.
He had happened to fly past, while they had happened to leave the sea. He had reflexively struck her with a palm; it had merely been a coincidence.
Had they been strangers, the youth's two strikes with his golden rings would have settled the matter.
Since they knew one another, it was naturally not good to damage their friendship over this.
"Third Prince, Seventh Princess, where are you headed?" He Xiangu and Ling Qing sprang into the air and called out loudly.
Hearing the shout, Nezha and Ao Ling turned their heads and immediately spotted the two of them.
They paused in midair and came to meet them.
"So it was the Immortal Maiden." Once they drew near, Nezha looked curiously at Ling Qing. "So you weren't taken away by that snow dragon?"
"Fortunately, the Immortal Maiden came to my rescue." Ling Qing cupped his hands in salute. "This humble Daoist is Ling Dao Qing, disciple of Dharma Master Wudang.