"The rain is sweet...?"
Watching the green-robed Taoist walked away and hearing the excited words of the surrounding refugees, the demon guard with a green face and sharp teeth finally removed his hand from his companion's mouth. He reached out curiously to touch the raindrops falling from the sky, but was unable to catch any: "Eh, why can't I touch it?"
The small demon next to him who had been covering his mouth for a while, slapped him on the head and scolded in a sharp tone, "You fool, the rain in the mortal world is tangible, you are intangible, how can you touch it?"
"Also, what did you mean when you stopped me and said the Taoist was the Great Saint? I didn't know."
"Shh..."
The slapped small demon quickly glanced in the direction of the departing figure in the green robe, then whispered, "Be quiet, have you forgotten about Sun Wukong, the Equaling Heavens Great Saint, who caused upheaval in the Underworld a hundred years ago?"
"Equaling Heavens Great Saint Sun Wukong?"
