Several hundred to a thousand monkeys that had knelt down could not help but lift their faces and gaze at the vast sky.
Thinking of the unpredictable destiny, they quickly shook their heads, their whole bodies trembling as they lay down on the ground, obediently kowtowing.
Doudou drew back the power of the Dragon God but still held the pitiful pheasant in her hand, her right hand touching her chin, lost in thought.
The General continued, "Little queen, you are the queen. The task of training the troops should not be carried out by you personally, just leave it to me—I am your General!"
"Just... just appoint me as the Imperial Sword-Bearing General."
"I will properly train these monkey soldiers for you."
Doudou laughed, suddenly jumped up, and casually tossed the pheasant aside, patting the General on the shoulder, "Alright, then let it be so."
The pheasant breathed a sigh of relief and scurried away, rolling and crawling.
