The crowd dispersed, but Lu Dongbin quickly returned.
His expression was grave, as if something bad had happened.
Sun Wukong's heart sank, and he immediately asked, "What has happened? Why do you look so terrible?"
Lu Dongbin said somberly, "There's been an incident, Ge Xuan is dead."
Sun Wukong was taken aback. He furrowed his brows slightly, and with a hint of suspicion, he said, "Ge Xuan is dead, what does that have to do with me? I couldn't care less whether he lives or dies."
Ge Xuan had bad-mouthed him time and again, so Sun Wukong had a very poor opinion of him.
Not wanting to stoop to his level didn't mean ignoring his actions.
Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Lu Dongbin gave a bitter smile and said, "Ge Xuan's body was discovered with nine bloody holes that seem to have been made by a Nine-Toothed Rake. Now, the immortals of the Daoist Sect are riled up and demanding that Great Emperor Ziwei give everyone an explanation."
Sun Wukong's face turned cold.
