Deep within the mountain's belly, a sky embellished by gemstones twinkled with a starlight utterly distinct from that of the outside world.
Beneath this starlight, Shi Ji sat cross-legged, her fiery red Daoist robe like flames, her gaze flowing as she eyed the peculiar and mischievous child before her, wondering why she should bother to clear up his confusion, considering he is a disciple of the Chan Sect.
After a moment of silence, just when Nezha felt perhaps he was overly confident—assuming that since Shi Ji had helped before, she would surely lend a hand again, and thus felt a bit disappointed—Shi Ji finally persuaded herself.
She found Nezha pleasing to look at, so she decided to help him.
