"Uncle Master, your idea is good, but there's no need to cry. And please stop wiping your snot on my clothes. This robe was sewn by A Yao for me. If you dirty it, I won't be polite."
Seeing Nezha smiling, but still feeling a hidden killing intent, Jiang Ziya's drunkenness instantly cleared up.
He casually pulled the sleeve of a drunk colleague next to him, blew his nose, and sighed, "Alas, I was expelled from the sect by Master. Now I can't complete the task and have to go back to ask for help. I don't know what Master will think of me."
Nezha said, "Uncle Master, I think you don't need to worry about this. The Heavenly Venerate wants you to lead the grand plan of the Divine Enthronement. He must have anticipated this. You just have to go and ask, and you will surely achieve your wish."
"Really?"
"Really."
With Nezha's assurance, Jiang Ziya felt relieved and decided to bathe and change clothes after sobering up tomorrow, and go back to the sect to find his master.
