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Nezha sighs, sitting on what remains of a little chamber ; protecting the map to the Samadhi Fire. Sun Wukong made up a good fight with him, and took the nap. Now Nezha is wounded, and tired, though he wouldn’t admit it.

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Nezha looks at you, folding his arms,

“I’m fine. Just go after him..”