Li Jing had just grasped the wooden figure, emitting a peculiar aura, in his hand when he heard his son suddenly start wailing. Just as he was about to scold him, he saw the little one leap up fiercely.
He knew of Nezha's inherent divine power, but this jump still startled Li Jing, even reminding him of the spear thrown by the strong men of the Eastern Yi people.
Acting on his military general instincts, Li Jing immediately tried to step aside. However, what was flying towards him was not a spear, and as Li Jing barely dodged, Nezha suddenly stretched out his hand, snatched the figurine from Li Jing's grasp, and with a single push, landed back on the ground, carefully examining the little figure—
"Little Wood! Little Wood! Are you alright? Stand up! Don't die!"
