Chen Changsheng looked towards the lotus flower in the center of the pond. His gaze remained fixed for a long time, seeming like he had noticed something. A moment later, the lotus suddenly flickered with silvery-white light. When the faint light faded, a youth was revealed. His headband sparkled brightly, his robe, tied at the waist, was patterned with tigers and dragons. His features were handsome but with sharp angles, his skin like jade. On his wrist was a golden bracelet, unlike anything from the mortal world. Hearing this, Chen Changsheng paused and asked: “Do you know me?” Get full chapters from 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽 Chen Changsheng glanced at the youth’s attire, strangely finding it somewhat familiar, yet he couldn’t be sure. “How could I forget.” The youth’s words were calm as he approached and bowed low before him. 😃😃😃Golden Novel translates the best Chinese web novels for you!😃😃😃 The youth lifted his head and answered: “The name Nezha was bestowed by you back then, Sir. Have you forgotten?” Chen Changsheng was momentarily lost for words upon hearing this. The Third Prince Nezha? Nezha raised his head, looking somewhat helpless. “It’s alright. This isn’t the first time you’ve forgotten, Sir.” Chen Changsheng snapped back to reality. “You truly know me?” This time, Nezha didn’t answer. Instead, he stared intently at Chen Changsheng. A faint smile suddenly appeared on his face, a smile that Chen Changsheng found unfathomable. Nezha murmured: “Another reincarnation…” Nezha started but didn’t elaborate. Instead, he said: “Please follow me, Sir.” Seeing he offered no explanation, Chen Changsheng did not press him and followed forward. The Lotus Pond before them suddenly dissipated with a soft breeze. As the breeze faded, it transformed into an Altar. At the very center of the Altar rested a book. The book hovered in mid-air, seemingly sealed by some force. Nezha said: “Please proceed, Sir.” Chen Changsheng looked at the book on the Altar. “You want me to take it?” “Precisely,” Nezha replied. Chen Changsheng asked: “What is inside that book?” Nezha said: “It contains what you seek, Sir.” Chen Changsheng hesitated for a moment. He turned back. “One more question.” Nezha lowered his head. “Please ask, Sir.” Chen Changsheng said: “Were you present at the Flowing Cloud Temple?” “Yes,” Nezha answered. Knowing this, Chen Changsheng no longer worried excessively. He strode towards the center of the Altar. He distinctly felt himself pass through a barrier. Chen Changsheng looked back at Nezha. “Aren’t you coming in?” Nezha looked slightly helpless. “I cannot enter.” As Chen Changsheng had suspected, only specific individuals could likely pass through this barrier. Or perhaps… it had been prepared specifically for him? This was too strange… Chen Changsheng approached the book. He wondered if the answers he sought were within its pages. He stood before the book, hesitating for a moment. He reached out and touched the volume. Suddenly, a beam of Golden Light shot into Chen Changsheng’s mind. A section of technique appeared in his memory.