Sun Wukong, seeing Bai He and the portly daoist approaching together, knew the arrivals were up to no good.
"Hehe…" He scratched his face, his lively eyes whirling about, then took the initiative to greet them with a smile, "Esteemed daoist, Sun Wukong greets you respectfully. May I know from which sect you hail and how I should address you?"
"You uncultured monkey from who knows where, you do not even recognize Tai Yi Zhenren?" the fat daoist said haughtily, belly protruding.
Glancing at Bai He beside him, a flash of hatred momentarily crossed his eyes, though a hint of anticipation was still visible.
Deception!
Sun Wukong immediately sensed this, but he was prepared and did not let their words provoke him. Instead, he thought about what traps might lie in wait.
He had learned from Ne Zha that Tai Yi Zhenren usually did not attend the martial display gatherings.
