"Dad, if this young man is the future father of the third Nezha, the General of Chentang Pass, where is Chentang Pass? And how does he become the General of Chentang Pass? Does Immortal Duer exist? Have we already been drawn into the Investiture of the Gods Cataclysm?"
"First, let's investigate Immortal Duer. Then we also need to find out where Chentang Pass is, and whether there's any interference from the Demon Race in these matters..."
"Ping'an, Li Ping'an!"
Li Dazhi frowned and said:
"Stop carving, and sit properly!"
Li Ping'an paused in his movements, put down the carving knife, and looked up at his father.
Li Dazhi rarely showed such a serious face, but today he looked at Li Ping'an just like this.
"You're neglecting the essentials for the sake of the trivial!"
Li Dazhi said solemnly:
"I know you worry about my Great Fortune, afraid that I will be drawn into some calamity."
"But are these things you should be worrying about now?"