Sun Wukong checked the replies of Zhizihu netizens, sometimes scratching his ears and cheeks, sometimes frowning in thought.
These actions made Ne Zha both curious and vigilant. Having been sent by the Jade Emperor, he certainly knew how suspicious Sun Wukong was and feared that the handsome Monkey King might suddenly take off.
Ne Zha urged, "Great Saint, His Majesty is still waiting in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, let's set off quickly."
Sun Wukong withdrew his thoughts and smiled, "Alright, let's go, let's go."
Relieved, Ne Zha followed Sun Wukong and rode the clouds toward the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
On the way, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Great Saint, was it you who killed Deng Hua?"
Sun Wukong, with his hands behind his back, lectured, "Don't talk nonsense, child; I have always been compassionate. How could I harm anyone's life?"
