Ever since Nezha had been appointed Great Deity of the Three Altars and Seas and come to the Heavenly Court, the Judicial Temple's Heavenly Prison had practically become his home. Every so often, he had to spend some time here, though never for very long. This time, however, not only had he been imprisoned, but he had even been strung up in the air. This unprecedented treatment left him deeply disgruntled, and he eagerly hoped his mother would hurry over to take him home.
Fortunately, she had finally arrived!
"Zha'er, how could you be so foolish? You actually helped the Keeper of the Horses violate the heavenly rules! Do you realize that if your father and I hadn't pleaded desperately before the Heavenly Sovereign, you would have been banished to the mortal world to undergo trials?" Yin Shiniang exclaimed at Nezha.
Nezha dismissed her words and muttered, "Going down to the mortal world would be great. I haven't been there in a thousand years anyway. It's pretty fun down there."
"You... what do you know? You thought the mortal world was wonderful before because you were still young. Youth knows nothing of sorrow's taste, and you had your magic power besides. But if you're banished to undergo trials, you won't have any magic power. In the mortal world, there's birth, aging, sickness, and death, all sorts of torment, and endless restraints weighing on you. With that temperament of yours, who knows how much you'd suffer if you were banished!"
Unwilling to listen to his mother's lecture, Nezha hurriedly interrupted her. "All right, all right, I get it. Since you're here, hurry up and have them release me."
As he spoke, Nezha glanced at the Judicial Temple's divine bailiffs standing behind Yin Shiniang.
"Yes. Sorry for the trouble, everyone." Knowing her