Residence of the Golden Mansion Star Lord, Sun Wukong and two others made themselves at home uninvited.
"Sun Wukong, don't think I fear you just because you are a Daluo Golden Immortal!" Xiao Zhen angrily said, "I am a disciple of a Saint, to insult me is to insult my teaching.
Once this matter is resolved, I will ask Senior Brother of the South Pole to intervene, pinning you under a mountain for tens of thousands of years, from which you will not escape!"
"Monkey, he's getting nervous," Yang Chan said.
"Mm, true," Ne Zha agreed.
"No rush, no rush," Sun Wukong said playfully as he flipped his hand and took out a wine jug he had brought from Deng Hua's residence, asking, "Does the Star Lord of the Golden Mansion recognize this object?"
"Hmph, I personally brewed this wine and had already gifted it to Brother Deng Hua," Xiao Zhen snorted coldly.
"Then there is no mistake," Sun Wukong said with a smile. "I ask Marshall of the Central Altar to take this suspect into custody."
