Hearing Marshal Tianpeng's question, Sun Wukong glanced back and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing!"
"It's nothing?"
No matter how he looked, Marshal Tianpeng couldn't believe that Sun Wukong had nothing on his mind.
"Could it be that you are dissatisfied with the celestial Court, choosing to become a minor official with the purpose of plotting something?"
A flash of light crossed Marshal Tianpeng's eyes as he seemed to think of something and frowned while speaking.
Though managing the celestial Court wasn't within his responsibilities, he couldn't let it slide if Sun Wukong intended to wreak havoc in the celestial Court.
"Marshal, don't talk nonsense, Old Sun is merely pondering over Cultivation Technique matters!"
Sun Wukong said with a frown.
He didn't want to entangle himself with this Marshal Tianpeng; he was just waiting to dispatch Marshal Tianpeng and then reconsider the best escape route thoroughly.
"What is this?"
