Qingfeng Mingyue couldn't understand it, and after a long while, they still couldn't figure it out.
Suddenly, they felt the frustration of realizing the worth of something just when it's too late to use it.
At that moment, the detestable voice of Sun Wukong rang out again.
"Just imagine, a burnt sesame pancake and a hairy green bean bun, isn't the image vivid?"
"Pfft!"
"That's too harsh, man. To speak the truth like that, at least give people a shred of face!"
"Haha, your analogy is spot on, it's as if they came from the same mold, just listening to it gives us a visual."
"No kidding, if you think about it, a sesame pancake and green bun really are the perfect match..."
"..."
Qingfeng Mingyue didn't want to listen to the discussions that followed. Their eyes turned bloodshot, and the spectral energy around their bodies began to spiral out of control.