"Who are you? This is a matter of the Northern Sea Dragon Race; you better not meddle!"
The North Sea Crown Prince Ao Yi tried to shake off Sun Wukong's hand, but his strength seemed to vanish into thin air. Sun Wukong's hand was unmovable like the giant palm of an ancient deity. A chill rose in Ao Yi's heart, his instinct told him that he was no match for this member of the Monkey Tribe.
Ao Yi brought up the Northern Sea Dragon Race, hoping to make Sun Wukong reconsider, but unfortunately, he seemed to have chosen the wrong target.
"Meddling? I, Old Sun, don't think this is meddling at all. Do you have hearing issues, or is it your memory? I, Old Sun, have already said—he's my brother! If you want to lay a finger on him, you'll have to ask if I, Old Sun, agree!"
