"Great Saint, speak plainly, what do you want me to do? Or rather, what conditions would you like to discuss with me?"
Jiang Liu'er's eyes showed a struggle, and after a long pause, his gaze returned to serenity as he looked at Sun Wukong, revealing a maturity that starkly contrasted with his age.
"Clever!"
Sun Wukong laughed, the second time he had praised Jiang Liu'er. The boy before him was so different from the blockheaded Tang Seng he would grow into. The doctrines and scriptures of the Buddhist Sect were a brilliant blade that dulled minds, turning Jiang Liu'er, a crafty person, into the rambling, indecisive, and obstinate Tang Seng who refused to heed advice!
"Indeed, I, Old Sun, want to discuss conditions with you, or to put it more precisely, to make a transaction with you!"
Sun Wukong looked at Jiang Liu'er with a sly smile, resembling the mischievous uncle who tempts children with candy.
