"Luo Wen, old brother, why are you blocking my way?"
Sun Wukong had been stopped above the Eastern Sea by Mosquito Daoist, his brow furrowed, as he had already sensed bursts of intense energy fluctuations coming from the direction of Flower-Fruit Mountain. Clearly, a fierce battle was taking place at Flower-Fruit Mountain, and it must be an extremely intense one for the energy fluctuations to reach such a distant place. What puzzled him was why would Mosquito Daoist specifically wait here to stop him?
"Wukong, brother, the Heavenly Court's army and a Half-Step Saint from the Buddhist Sect are laying siege to Flower-Fruit Mountain. Isn't it like walking into a trap if you go there now?"
