"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
About a kilometer away from the lake, on the mountain peak.
A young man clad in black clothes, with a pale complexion, squats at the top of the mountain.
He places his palm on his forehead, adopting a gazing attitude, looking like a monkey.
From time to time, he lets out sighs of wonderment.
"Look, look."
"This is the Martial Arts Association, these are the disciples of the Power Sect."
"So strong."
"Now look at our misfits on this side, dying because they're too weak."
"What do you think?"
When his words were halfway out,
The young man turned his head and asked.
Not far behind him, a man with Sun Wukong's face mask on, the monkey-faced man, was kneeling on the ground with one knee.
"Uh..."
Hearing the young man's question, the monkey-faced man froze.
How do you expect me to answer?
I'm not even as capable as those who died!
The monkey-faced man curses inwardly, but doesn't dare to reveal any hint of it.
