The dawn light pierced through the sky, awakening the sleeping earth.
The next morning, Nezha opened his eyes, took a deep breath of the sun's essence, and exhaled slowly.
There was still the sound of snoring beside him.
"Isn't it said that people sleep less when they get older? How can this old man still sleep so well at seventy-two?"
Nezha chuckled and was about to head to Zhaoge when he saw Song Yiren leading a horse, also ready to leave.
"Good morning, Mr. Song!"
Listening to the crisp tone from the youth in front of him, the already happy Song Yiren smiled even more, saying, "Good morning to you too, little Taoist."
"Where are you off to so early?"
"Yesterday, my wise brother Ziya came to my house for a drink. We hadn't seen each other for years and promised to arrange him a marriage. A real man keeps his word, so today I'm going to Ma's Mansion to propose for Ziya."
Oh no, Ma's Mansion!
