The sword light was chilly and as cold as autumn water.
Jiang Ziya was suddenly half-sober and said sheepishly, "The Cauldron of Poison hasn't even been built yet, why draw your sword?"
He saw that Nezha only had his eyes on the sword's edge, silent and speechless. He tried to sober up by stuffing a few more pieces of pickled vegetables into his mouth, but accidentally bit into some coarse salt, scrunching his facial features together, and had to drink two mouthfuls of wine to recover.
"The affairs in this Imperial Palace, what do they have to do with us? The Emperor, foolish king, of course, he's going to act recklessly. If he didn't do these things, there wouldn't be talk of the Phoenix Calling from Qishan, with the Holy Master of Xiqi emerging. I say, let's just wash up and sleep. If truly dissatisfied, wait for the day when Uncle takes the army and topples the world of Chengtang entirely."
