"Hoo hoo..."
Strong winds are wailing.
This time, Sun Wukong and Yue Rong King, who ascended to the sky, weren't competing for speed.
The two charged into the sky, one after another.
As soon as he landed, Sun Wukong scratched his neck where his monkey hair was, and asked, "What did you mean earlier when you said I chose the right mentor?"
"Also, what is this Wanshou Mountain and Wuzhuang Temple, the sect of my junior master?"
"And the Immortal Zhenyuan you mentioned, I can tell from your tone that you respect him a lot, who is this esteemed person?"
Sun Wukong, who had been holding back from noon to afternoon, couldn't stand it any longer. As soon as they left the junior master's palace, he quickly asked.
"Hehe..."
"Take it easy, little brother..."
