The Heavenly Court has always been solemn and imposing. The immortals are all dignified and composed, with boundless magic. When the Jade Emperor gives an order, who would dare disobey? But everything changed completely the moment the Nezha movie's box office passed ten billion.
The clouds around the South Heaven Gate scattered from the shock. Flames leaped excitedly in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and above the Golden Throne Hall, the clouds faintly formed three huge characters: A! HIT!
The Heavenly Court erupted!
“Why?!” Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, slammed the table, splashing peach juice everywhere. His beard quivered with fury. “I'm his father! He's a hit, so why is nobody praising me?!”
“Exactly!” Erlang Shen Yang Jian beside him felt his impossibly handsome face, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice. “I'm the mighty Erlang Shen, the Jade Emperor's own nephew, and the most handsome man in the Heavenly Court. I was practically a legend back in the Investiture of the Gods era. So how did that brat Nezha become such an absurdly huge hit? Even children in the mortal world are copying his sky-high topknot. Why doesn't anyone imitate my handsome double eyelids?”
“Good grief...” Chang'e, holding the Jade Rabbit nearby, furrowed her brows. She looked down at her flowing, wide-sleeved robes and sighed. “Children in the mortal world used to imitate my Guanghan Dance. Now, somehow, those in red underpants are drawing more attention than I am!”
“I just don't understand it.” A deep voice rang out. The gods turned around, only to find... the Dragon King of the East Sea! He stood at the door, one hand on his bulging belly, his face full of grievance. “Back then, Nezha made a scene in the sea, pulled out my dragon sinew, and wrecked my Crystal Palace. Now the movie's out, and he's a hero while the Dragon Palace of the East Sea is the villain. What gives?!”
