"General Song, what happened in the Netherworld? Why is there so much turmoil?" Concerned about the situation in the Netherworld, Jiang Chen asked Song Lin.
"Ah!" Upon hearing Jiang Chen's question, Song Lin sighed deeply before he said, "Don't even ask. I don't know where this monkey came from, but it has caused chaos in the Underworld, stirred up Hell, and released countless evil spirits, turning the once peaceful Netherworld into a complete mess."
"So now, I'm leading a team of my men, catching evil spirits all over."
The tone of Song Lin's speech was full of complaints. But Jiang Chen didn't care, he was particularly sensitive to the monkey's affair now. As soon as Song Lin mentioned the monkey, Jiang Chen immediately thought of Sun Wukong.
Soon, Jiang Chen saw his magic converging on his fingertips, sketching in the void. Soon, a portrait of Sun Wukong, identical in every way, gradually appeared before everyone's eyes.
