The quarrel between father and son, especially when the father holds all the power in the family, makes it almost impossible for the son to win.
Nezha, punished to kneel in the ancestral shrine, understood this well. So right after Li Jing left, he sat cross-legged on the cushion, assuming the most comfortable position.
Looking at the rows upon rows of dark, shadowy ancestral tablets, he yawned and irreverently said, "What a shame to the family, for the Li Family to have someone like Li Jing. I feel embarrassed for you all."
The family shrine wasn't large; Nezha sat cross-legged on the cushion, continuing to cultivate with Li Gen's inner core. Before long, he heard a rustling noise behind him, like mice.
Nezha didn't open his eyes, just sniffed the air, detecting the aromas of roasted chicken with lotus leaf and then found the scent of warm meat buns. Among these aromas, there was a fresh, sweet milk scent that belonged to a young girl.
