Nezha returned to Chentang Pass, casually tossed the dragon tendon aside, and gave not a single thought to the incident at the East Sea. He ate, drank, and played just as before, utterly oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
To Nezha, this whole affair was trivial at best—he had merely beaten a monster and a little mud-eel to death.
Over at the East Sea, the East Sea Dragon King stared at the corpse of his beloved son, consumed by grief and disbelief. He could not comprehend how the child who had been skipping about and laughing just moments earlier had been carried back by his subordinates straight after a single trip out.
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