Within Huaguo Mountain, Sun Wukong suddenly looked up, gazing in the direction of the Southern Continent.
"Great Saint, what's wrong?"
Lu Dongbin also opened his eyes.
He wasn't as powerful as Sun Wukong and hadn't noticed right away.
"You're almost catching up with Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva," said Sun Wukong, glancing at him.
Lu Dongbin looked puzzled; he didn't see how he related to Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.
Smiling, Sun Wukong said, "It seems you might actually have a crow's mouth. The Immortal Maidens must have encountered Xingtian, don't you think?"
Lu Dongbin was initially stunned, then his expression drastically changed.
Exclaiming in shock, he said, "This is bad, the Immortal Maidens can't possibly be a match for Xingtian. We must hurry to save them."
Sun Wukong grabbed hold of Lu Dongbin, his face revealing a devilish grin.
"Old Sun will take you there, my cloud is fast."
Lu Dongbin's eyes widened, and before he could refuse, Sun Wukong had already set off.
