As the voice emerged, the rampaging gorilla suddenly froze in place, still in mid-lunge, but unable to move further. Instead, its body began trembling. Its iron fist, the size of a cooking pot, was now only a palm's distance away from Jue Luan's face. The gorilla's body shook slightly as it turned its head with difficulty, pitifully looking at the little monkey sitting in the chair.
"Ling Ming, you did that on purpose, didn't you? You nearly scared the wits out of my little black. It's okay, he's one of us. From now on, he's also your king. You should call him the Beautiful Monkey King, er, right, you can't talk yet. Come back, come back, just look at that pitiful face!" The little monkey's voice timely rang out. The first part was addressed to Sun Wukong, the shadow that had suddenly appeared by his side, while the latter half was directed at the black gorilla, which Sun Wukong had scared stiff with a single sentence.
