The elder's face was bitter as she said, "To be honest, our Winged Tribe had enemies in the Three Realms, which forced us to migrate to this Great Thousand Worlds. Our enemy thought we had perished, so we must not let anyone know that we still exist."
Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow and asked indifferently, "May I know who this enemy is?"
"The Jade Emperor."
Although reluctant, the elder revealed the identity of that person.
Sun Wukong chuckled; their enemy was none other than the Jade Emperor. What a coincidence.
"What a coincidence, my enemy is also the Jade Emperor."
The elder's eyes lit up as she excitedly said, "Lord Demon God, since we have the same enemy, can you understand our predicament now? Please, Lord Demon God, spare us, for the enemy of our enemy is a friend."
She felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps for this reason, she could spare her own race.
However, Sun Wukong firmly shook his head.
