Li Jing has had a terrible headache lately.
Ever since he picked up a “Demon Pill” and adopted her as his daughter, his Exquisite Pagoda has never been intact again.
“Brat! Look what your little sister has done!” Li Jing fumed, glaring with his beard bristling.
Nezha folded his arms, utterly unconcerned. “Dad, just fix the pagoda when it breaks. As long as my sister’s happy.”
Hiding behind Nezha, Li Linghe blinked her innocent, big eyes. “Godfather, the pagoda started it.”
Li Jing: “…”
Later, the immortals of Heaven discovered that the lawless Demon Pill was actually a champion-level overprotective sister.
When Sun Wukong was imprisoned beneath Five Finger Mountain, she brought a crew and tore the mountain apart.
When Nezha cut his flesh from his bones to return them to his father, she pointed at Li Jing and gave him a piece of her mind.
When Yang Jian was wanted by Heaven, she hid him in her own cave abode.
The entire Three Realms thought she was a chaos-loving demon, but those three knew she had saved her gentlest side for her own family.
And as for the pilgrimage to fetch the scriptures?
Li Linghe beat Tang Sanzang so badly he didn’t dare recite the tightening spell, then swept everything aside as they went.
Seeing the Journey to the West thrown into utter chaos, the Buddha finally couldn’t sit still.
Li Linghe smiled slyly, with three big shots standing behind her: Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha.
You old bald fraud, we’re done acting out this lousy script. Today, we’re tearing down your Spirit Mountain!
