A flock of geese flew southward across the sky, and the white clouds drifted leisurely in the clear sky.
Nezha felt troubled in his heart, thinking, this world is so vast, with billions of people.
On his way to Zhaoge, he casually joined a caravan and met an old white-bearded man who loved to scold others. What are the odds that this man would later shine in the Sealing God Battle, be enshrined, and be appointed as Jiang Ziya?
Is this really just a coincidence, a coincidence, or a coincidence?
"But since you're Jiang Ziya, your friend Song Yiren in Zhaoge should still be alive."
"What the hell, you even know who my friends are?"
Jiang Ziya glared, but Nezha just laughed and said, "Why are you so surprised? You and I are people of morality, seeking immortality and fortune-telling; is there anything we cannot know?"
Hearing this, Jiang Ziya nodded.
