Inside the Southern Celestial Gate.
Zhi Xi was conversing with Sun Wukong.
"Wukong, don't blame Master for not coming to your rescue. He had already spoken to Monk and those who were guarding you. They will take care of you," Zhi Xi said.
"I have heard Master say that he felt your temperament was still lacking, so he let you temper your own temperament, that's why he didn't rescue you."
Zhi Xi sincerely said this to Sun Wukong, fearing that the latter would blame Yibai.
Sun Wukong, rubbing his hands and shaking his head, said, "I know Father has his own thoughts, how could I blame him?"
"It's good that you understand, Wukong…" Zhi Xi said.
"Wait, what did you say? Wukong, you call Master... Father?"
Zhi Xi was struck as if by lightning, looking at Sun Wukong in astonishment.
How could he possibly be the offspring of Master?
Master's true form belonged to the Dragon Tribe, now, even more so as Yinglong, which has nothing to do with a monkey at all.
