After Ye Zi's sustained treatment, Dao Zhun had recovered a lot, but it was merely enough to stabilize his injuries. Seeing Master Dao Zhun stand up and smile at him, a terrible premonition suddenly rose in Sun Wukong's heart—a painful sense of loss for a cherished person about to pass away. Yet before Sun Wukong could open his mouth to say anything, Dao Zhun had already soared into the sky. Only Ye Zi was left standing still, holding a Bodhi Branch in her hand, standing there in a daze.
Sun Wukong watched Master Dao Zhun's retreating back, not calling out loudly or immediately following, but instead biting his lower lip, with tears rolling down from his eyes. There was no need to say anything more, for the implication of Dao Zhun's actions was already clear to Sun Wukong. In fact, Dao Zhun hadn't left without saying anything; when Dao Zhun looked at Sun Wukong, a voice had already echoed in Sun Wukong's heart, aged yet kind, but exceptionally firm.
