Three days later, atop the mountains surrounding the Flower-Fruit Mountain, a sea of people bubbled with excitement as countless immortals and cultivators gathered.
Sellers of peanuts and melon seeds became noticeably more numerous, and the scent of wine wafted for hundreds of miles—it truly was a first-rate crowd of onlookers.
Just as everyone was discussing whether Sun Wukong would be able to withstand a Daluo Golden Immortal, a voice came from the horizon.
"Monkeys of Flower-Fruit Mountain, today, you will all die!"
The roar shook the heavens, clear to all within a hundred thousand miles, and countless eyes instantly turned in its direction.
A woman with long legs, riding atop a white tiger and accompanied by a fierce wind, came into view.
"Master Guyue, so beautiful."
"Tsk tsk, those long legs…"
...
Apart from some old lechers, the faces of many others were filled with solemnity; they knew that behind this beauty, an extraordinary battle was about to erupt.
