"Benefactor, what more do you intend to do?"
The monk was already somewhat frustrated. Was it just a Demon-Subduing Pestle? Was such caution really necessary?
Sun Wukong did not respond to the monk, but simply waved his hand.
A wave of water vapor gathered and then condensed into a mirror around them.
The reflections and voices of the two men seemed to fall into it at that moment.
"What is the meaning of this, Benefactor?"
The monk could not help but frown as he spoke.
"Little Monk, it is always better to be cautious in dealings and actions. If Old Sun gives you the object, but the person who sent Old Sun does not trust it, what then? Better to be more secure!"
Sun Wukong pursued an impeccable approach, without admitting anything.
The monk could not help but smile wryly.
"Come now, Little Monk, state your identity clearly so that Old Sun can record it!"
