Patriarch Bodhi opened his mouth and murmured, yet no sound transmitted outward, evidently employing telepathy.
After a moment, ripples appeared atop the void.
Simultaneously, a monk whose stature stood twelve feet tall and whose visage bore a sorrowful expression materialized above the void—it was Amitabha Buddha.
"I have seen the Saint!"
Upon witnessing Amitabha Buddha coalescing into form, Patriarch Bodhi quickly rose and gave a slight bow.
While the Saints generally do not interfere, they also had to intervene in such significant matters.
"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me!"
Amitabha Buddha nodded slightly, then dispensed with pleasantries and went straight to the point, "You say Sun Wukong is unwilling to leave?"
"Yes, it seems that due to his cultivation level, Sun Wukong has stayed within his own meditation room, never stepping out, nor willing to leave, and considering his relations with Buddhism, I did not forcibly expel him!"
