Zhen Yuanzi saw that the most powerful attacks of the three opponents were almost ready and refused to show weakness. The fusion of his hands sped up by another third. Three breaths later, Zhen Yuanzi's hands suddenly radiated a treasure-light, and then two treasure trees completely combined into a small emerald tree flickering with twelve colors of brilliance.
Looking at the small tree with the flowing twelve-colored radiance, Zhen Yuanzi's face showed a mix of pain and regret. But when he looked up at Sun Wukong and his two companions, he also revealed a sense of relief, as if a burden had been lifted.
"Wukong, my dear brother, we part today, and there may be no day of reunion in the future. If there is another life, I, Zhen Yuanzi, am still willing to be your brother!"
