Only a being like Ao Zhan, who had lived since ancient times, would possess a bone-deep instinct, an inherent desire for combat.
The crowd bid their farewells, and Sun Wukong thanked everyone one by one.
Zhenyuan was the last to leave. He approached Sun Wukong and said solemnly, "Wukong, if you ever plan to do something and you're not completely sure of your success, send me a message. I will surely come to your aid. I do not wish to see incidents like today's happen again."
Hearing Zhenyuan's words, Sun Wukong knew he was showing concern, and he quickly replied, "Rest assured, big brother, I understand. It won't happen again."
Only then did Zhenyuan show a satisfied expression. He gave a faint smile and said, "Wukong, I hope you remember your words. Don't forget that you have a big brother, the venerable Ancestor of Earth Immortals. There aren't many in the Three Realms I can't defeat."
Sun Wukong nodded vigorously.
