Time had moved slightly backward.
Above the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
Little White sent off his cheap apprentice, Sun Wukong, who disappeared into the horizon.
Lu Wufei turned and headed towards New Taiping Palace.
The one he was most worried about was Sun Wukong, fearing that the guy had drunk too much.
After all, he knew Sun Wukong's drinking habits all too well.
Sober, he was fine, but once drunk, he truly recognized no relations, his courage swelling to astonishing levels.
Yet to keep a close eye on Sun Wukong continuously, preventing him from drinking, was definitely not an option—short-term was still manageable.
Long-term would definitely not work.
Sun Wukong certainly wouldn't be happy being controlled like that, and Lu Wufei himself didn't like it either.
He didn't want to chill their relationship over this matter.
However, the Queen Mother's birthday was imminent. There was less than a hundred years until the Flat Peach Banquet.
