Looking at his cheap disciple and hearing his words.
Lu Wufei no longer felt the urge to dissuade him as he had before, but promptly changed his mind. Since it had already occurred, the best approach was to delay as much as possible and to hide it as much as possible.
But before then, let him eat a peach first.
Confronting the top-grade spirit fruit created by the heavens and the earth, Lu Wufei reached out his hand, lifted the flat peach he held, and after observing it closely, brought it to his mouth. Just as he was about to take a bite, he suddenly turned to his cheap disciple and asked again, "How many years does it take for this peach to ripen?"
Sun Wukong emptied the small wine bottle in his hand, threw it casually, picked up another bottle from the side, and laughed, "Hehe, these are the peaches from the deepest part of the Peach Garden... the purple pattern silk kernel flat peaches, ripening once every nine thousand years. Master, have a taste..."
