"I had seen him when he was still at the peak of Celestial Immortal, a distance away from the Heavenly Venerate realm, but now he has stepped into that realm, he must have had some opportunity," said Sun Wukong.
"In that case, let's go take a look at the Huai River," Yang Jian said with a smile.
As long as they were not facing an old demon from ancient times, their chances were even better.
With a fierce grin, Sun Wukong said, "Perfect, Old Sun was just looking to vent some steam, and Wu Zhiji has come knocking at our door, it's like offering a pillow as one dozes off, Old Sun could almost love him for that!"
Seeing Sun Wukong so eager, Yang Jian and the others silently prayed for Wu Zhiji in their hearts.
Wu Zhiji was in for big trouble.
On the banks of the Huai River, the villagers sacrificed three kinds of domestic animals to Wu Zhiji, and at the same time, selected two children, a boy and a girl, to be placed by the river for Wu Zhiji to consume.
