The Conch

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, so Hao Ren was surprised by Little Daoist Zhen's request.

"What… West Ocean Dragon Palace?" Hao Zhonghua asked in bafflement.

"Oh, it's a popular game," Hao Ren quickly came up with an explanation.

"Ok…" Hao Zhonghua nodded. He was not familiar with the things that young people played, especially the popular games that elementary school students liked.

However, he didn't think that they would get into trouble since Hao Ren was just going out to play with a kid.

"Are you coming or not?" Little Daoist Zhen asked again.

"Ok. I'll go with you." Hao Ren had no choice but to agree.

If he refused, he was afraid that Little Daoist Zhen would blurt out more unusual words to unsuspecting people. It was fortunate that he was a little kid, and it would be ok for him to talk nonsense as long as he didn't show his cultivation techniques.