Three months flew by in a flash.
In the bamboo forest of Mo Zhu Mountain, Li Fan sat cross-legged on a bamboo stalk, eyes closed, breathing in and out along with the wind. At first glance, he looked like a Taoist master who had regained his youth.
However, just below the bamboo forest was a scene featuring a pair of iron maces and three wolf's-tooth clubs floating midair, furiously beating a group of Thunder Monkeys. They had been at it nonstop for a quarter of an hour, which even the tough-skinned monkeys couldn't endure, howling miserably. The scene was in stark contrast to the celestial image one might imagine, and was instead extremely bloody and brutal...
"Tsk," Li Fan looked down at the Thunder Monkeys beneath him, their heads swollen from the beating and howling pitifully. He raised his eyebrows and turned his head, saying, "Would the senior mind moving further away? With you watching from the sidelines, the Monkey King won't even show up, put off by the smell."
