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Without further explanation, Nezha immediately squeezed to Ao Bing's bedside. Ao Bing remained unconscious, but his complexion was no longer pale, and his breathing had become steadier and stronger. Nezha carefully held his hand, delighted to find it no longer cold but regaining some warmth.
“Ao Bing,” Nezha called softly, his voice filled with anticipation. “Can you hear me?”
Ao Bing did not respond, but his eyelids seemed to flutter slightly. Nezha quickly turned to the physician. “How is he? When will he wake up?”
“His vital signs have returned to normal,” the physician replied. “At the current rate of recovery, he may wake up in a few hours. However, due to the severe damage to his soul, he might experience a period of weakness after waking.”
Nezha sighed in relief, the tension in his body finally easing. The Demon Sphere Power within him also calmed down, and the glow of the War God Form completely faded, leaving behind his ordinary human form. Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion hit him, and Nezha nearly lost his balance, but fortunately, Ao Lie caught him just in time.
“You’ve exhausted yourself too much,” Ao Lie said. “You should rest for a bit.”
Nezha shook his head. “I want to stay with Ao Bing.”
Ao Lie sighed helplessly and instructed someone to bring a chair beside Ao Bing’s bed. “At least sit down and rest. Don’t worry; we’re here; we won’t let anything happen to the prince.”
Nezha nodded gratefully and sat in the chair, still holding onto Ao Bing’s hand. As time passed, his eyelids grew heavier until he unknowingly fell asleep, resting his head against Ao Bing’s bedside while still gripping that hand tightly, as if afraid that if he let go, Ao Bing would slip away from him.
In his dreams, Nezha saw many scenes—Ao Bing’s icy expression when they first met on the field; their chaotic arguments while living together; fighting side by side against Shen Gongbao’s schemes; that shy yet sincere confession under the New Year fireworks. All those memories felt so vivid, as if they were happening again yesterday.
“Nezha...”
A familiar voice pulled Nezha from his dreams. He jolted awake and saw Ao Bing weakly opening his eyes and looking at him.
“Ao Bing!” Nezha exclaimed in surprise, nearly jumping out of the chair. “You’re awake? How do you feel? Is anything wrong?”
Ao Bing smiled gently; though weak, his eyes were filled with warmth. “I’m fine... Thank you, Nezha.”
Nezha felt tears welling up in his eyes from excitement. “Fool! Why are you thanking me? Do you know how worried I was?”
Ao Bing's gaze swept over Nezha's tired face and disheveled hair, and he asked with concern, “You’re pushing yourself again, aren’t you?”
Nezha chuckled sheepishly. “Isn’t it because someone always gets into trouble?”
Ao Bing shook his head helplessly. “From my memory, it’s clearly you who causes trouble.”
The two exchanged smiles filled with understanding and camaraderie. Ao Bing slightly turned to look at Ao Lie beside them. “Brother Er, is the Dragon Palace alright?”
Ao Lie stepped forward. “Don’t worry; the Dragon Palace is safe. Thanks to Nezha, Lady Shiji has been completely purified and can no longer threaten the Dragon Tribe.”
Ao Bing looked at Nezha in surprise. “You defeated Lady Shiji?”
Nezha scratched his head modestly. “Just got lucky.”
But Ao Lie spoke seriously. “Don’t be humble. If it weren’t for your awakening of the War God Form, the Dragon Palace would have likely fallen, and we would all be doomed.”
"What is the War God Form?" Ao Bing asked, his surprise evident as he attempted to sit up, but his weakened body only allowed him to prop himself up slightly.
Nezha quickly supported him. "Don't move around too much. You just woke up, and your body is still very weak."
Ao Bing fixed his gaze on Nezha. "Tell me, what happened just now?"
Through the alternating accounts of Ao Lie and Nezha, Ao Bing finally understood everything that had transpired during his unconsciousness—the invasion by Lady Shiji, Nezha's awakening as a War God, and the eventual victory. After hearing the entire story, Ao Bing fell into deep thought.
"What's wrong?" Nezha asked with concern, worried that Ao Bing's condition might have worsened.
Ao Bing shook his head. "I was just thinking... perhaps the Demon Orb and the Dragon Tribe should never have been enemies from the start."
Ao Lie's expression was complex. "Your Highness speaks heavily. For so many years, the Demon Orb has been regarded as the natural enemy of the Dragon Tribe."
"But it turns out this may just be a prejudice," Ao Bing said firmly. "If the Demon Orb were truly evil, Nezha wouldn't have risked his life to save me, nor would he have fought to protect the Dragon Palace."
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