"Tsk tsk tsk, how lively!"
An Lin looked at the packed stadium and nodded with admiration.
There were over three hundred thousand people gathered here, holding balls of light that were constantly changing color. These things were like glow sticks, but the light was softer and purer.
"Hehe, I wonder how many times Big Sister Dongfang will change her clothes tonight, woof!" Da Bai had transformed into his miniature form and was trotting along behind An Lin.
In order to avoid attracting too much attention, Ne Zha put away his wind flame wheels and donned a crisp, white shirt with light blue jeans. His heavenly red silk scarf was still wrapped around his neck, proving a hint of vibrant color to his outfit and attracting the attention of many women passing by.
However, these women were obviously completely oblivious to the fact that this handsome man was none other than the legendary Ne Zha.
