"There's no need for such formalities between him and me."
Sun Wukong said, curling his lips.
Thanking Great Emperor Ziwei? Who knew how smug that guy would get, his mouth might even twist from smiling too much.
So, Sun Wukong would definitely not thank him.
Amitabha Buddha wore an understanding expression, the words "emperor and empress" nearly slipped out.
Fortunately, he didn't say it. Otherwise, Sun Wukong's Jingu Bang would have come crashing down on him without hesitation.
Just then, Sun Wukong suddenly shouted, "Shao Siming, you've been watching the show for quite some time, it's time for you to come out."
Amitabha Buddha's face was originally smiling, but upon hearing the three words Shao Siming, he couldn't help but shiver.
He widened his eyes, somewhat startled, and couldn't help but ask, "Great Saint, what did you just call out? What Shao Siming?"
