Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha

The sunlight streamed in from outside the window, bathing the room in warmth. The sound of babbling water from outside was particularly pleasant.

Nezha turned over, covered his head with the quilt, and continued to sleep with his ears blocked.

Then came the urgent knocking on the door, just like yesterday, accompanied by a girl’s crisp voice from outside.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Nezha! Nezha!"

"Wake up! The sun’s already shining on your butt!"

"Ah, so annoying! Sister Cuiyu, let me sleep a little longer."

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Cuiyu kept knocking on the door incessantly, leaving Nezha to cover his ears even tighter.

"Nezha, get up quickly. Mr. Fan is already waiting in the study hall. I just took a look; he looks so angry it’s scary!"

Nezha’s eyes snapped open.