Among all present, Lu Yu was the strongest and most experienced. Since he had spoken, everyone else also let their guard down.
Yet, they couldn't suppress their curiosity; everyone stretched their necks, gazing in the direction where the Monkey had disappeared. With the Monkey's ability to cover tens of thousands of miles in a somersault, there was no sign of him anymore, and the crowd could only sigh softly.
Lu Yu, however, was unconcerned. He had heard the story of the true and false Monkey King in his previous life. Though stories were just stories and reality was reality, the general outcome was always certain - only the boundless power of Buddhism could transform a divided heart.
What concerned him now was something else. He turned around and asked the Ruyi True Immortal, who looked troubled, "How many years has it been since you left Green Screen Mountain?"
