When Sun Wukong returned to his grand hall,
he had gained an understanding of various horses.
Suddenly, a spark of spiritual light flashed through his mind. If he could merge these advantages into one celestial horse, wouldn't that make the perfect mount for escape?
However, after he had taken over the affairs of the Imperial Horse Censor, he had also heard about one rule:
That breeding was not to be done arbitrarily.
But, for the sake of his own life, breeding the best celestial horse was a must, although everything had to be done secretly.
As Sun Wukong contemplated how to discreetly arrange the breeding,
outside the Imperial Horse Censor, a young man clad in silver armor, with a handsome face, strode forward.
At that moment, the man's face bore an expression of panic and urgency.
It was indeed Marshal Tianpeng, who had discovered a flaw and wished to discuss it with Sun Wukong.
"Where is your Lord Pilgrim? Have him come to see me at once!"
