"Understood?"
Deng Chanyu nodded, although whether she truly understood or not, Nezha couldn't tell. He pressed against the iron wall before them, but it remained immovable.
The girl beside him spoke again, "My father said similar things. He always scolded his generals, calling them fools. Talking reason to them with words never worked as well as a clear explanation with a whip."
Speaking of fools, Nezha thought of 'Little Piggy' back at home. Lu Zhu'er wasn't actually a pig; she was beautiful, smart, and her talent in cultivation was perhaps multitudes better than Deng Chanyu's before him.
Seeing Nezha silent, Deng Chanyu thought he was worried and patted his shoulder, feigning a mature and steady demeanor to comfort him, "Don't worry, although I'm not a cultivator, I'm fiercer than anyone when it comes to fighting. If there's any danger, I've got your back."
