The old turtle was curious and didn't understand, asking, "It's just a chicken, what's so tasty about it?"
But Sun Wukong had already made his move.
In an instant, he appeared among the chickens and twisted their necks.
"Let's go! Let's take care of them by the stream, otherwise it won't be good if we're discovered."
Sun Wukong reminded, leading the old turtle as they ran off.
These splendid-feathered chickens were Gao Zhen's prized flocks that he had always treasured.
Little did he expect Sun Wukong's eyes to be so keenly fixed on them.
Now that there was an opportunity, Sun Wukong struck, wiping them out in one fell swoop, not a single feather left.
The old turtle was puzzled but followed behind, vaguely expectant and curious to see how Sun Wukong was going to play this out.
From grilled fish to chilled wild fruits, everything was so fascinating.
At the old turtle's age, there was actually not much food that could attract him.
