Nezha hesitated for a moment, then looked towards Yang Jian.
Yang Jian said with a smile, "I have never blamed you. I've said it before, you acted for my sake. As a brother, I'm too grateful to even start."
Hearing Yang Jian's words, Nezha said somewhat sadly, "I ultimately harmed you."
"Haha."
Yang Jian couldn't help but laugh.
Nezha was puzzled and didn't know what Yang Jian was laughing about.
Yang Jian then said, "Brother, when have you ever seen me care about this position of the Judicial Deity? The reason I was willing to follow the Great Emperor Ziwei in the first place was that I thought he was a person worth following. Now that our aspirations do not align, not being this Judicial Deity is actually a fortunate thing."
"Really?"
Nezha asked.
He was naturally a proud person, wild and unruly.
If he was at fault, damaging his own interests and reputation, Nezha didn't care at all; those things meant nothing to him.
Without those shackles, he might live even better.
