Wukong laid comfortably on top the shelf then began to flip through Sun Qi's diary. Unfortunately for Wukong, the pages were still blank, which caused him to frown.
"Come on Qi, why won't you let down this spell you put on your diary?" Wukong had asked, pulling his head up and turning to his sister. As he turned, his eyes widened when he saw a bolt of lightning coming his way.
With a monkey screech, he leaped onto another floating shelf, as the one he was previously lying on had been completely disintegrated.
"Qi, are you seri…" Not letting him finish his sentence, another lightning bolt was shot at him. At once he leaped out of the way again, so the shelf caught on fire and exploded.
Reaching for the third shelf, Wukong stretched out his arms and legs, so as to grab the shelf, when suddenly, the shelf had shifted, so he missed and fell to the ground with a large thump and groan.
With this, his spell on Sun Qi's feet had be broken. Realizing this, Wukong stood immediately, only to find his sister racing toward him with a ball of fire in her hand.
Angered, Wukong summoned a barrel of oil when his sister was just a foot away from him. The barrel ignited by the fire, had exploded before both of them. Frozen in place, and covered in charcoal and smoke, they both fell to the ground, groaning.
As the both of them laid on the ground, feeling extreme pain, they remained silent for while. A short while, which was followed up by laughter that had resounded into the air.
After a minute or so, the laughter had died down and Wukong spoke.
"Seriously Qi, what do you write in your diary?" Wukong persisted.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Qi said with a chuckle before sitting up. With a cough the smoke and charcoal that had engulfed her puffed away, so she was as clean as a whistle.
Wukong on the other hand did not follow in her footsteps, but remained on the ground.
"Now, enough fooling around." Sun Qi stood, then she stretched out her hands into the air, and what followed was her room fixing itself. Destroyed objects were regenerating, the cracks on the walls had disappeared and the shelves that were now ash reformed out of the ashes like a phoenix. As Sun Qi was busying herself with fixing her room, she diverted a part of her brain to her brother and asked, "How did it go?"
Wukong was hesitant to respond to this, but didn't feel the need not to. He didn't want to hide anything from his sister…like she was hiding things from him.
Not wanting to think on this for now, he sighed, then spoke.
"How do you think it went?" Wukong responded to Sun Qi's question with a question of his own. Realizing what this meant, Sun Qi's demeanor fell, and so did the speed at which she was fixing her room. "You…swore your throne to Tenzu." She said with a somber tone.
"I did." Wukong said, without much hesitation. As though this deed, did not pain him.
Upon hearing this, Sun Qi had completely halted what she was doing. A shelf or two were only half complete, the cracks on the wall returned and several vases or objects present in the room had shattered.
Sun Qi sat onto the floor, broken. Silence fell for several seconds, before Sun Qi finally spoke.
"You know there is another way." Sun Qi said with a jagged voice, so her sweet and melodious tone was now a distant memory.
Wukong lost the light in his eyes as he thought on what his sister had said. Yes, there was another way, a way to cure his sister that didn't mean losing his throne and getting banished.
But since this way meant destroying an entire world, then there really wasn't any other option present to Wukong, apart from the one he had already taken.
"Earth," Wukong took a pause as he said this, thinking on what next to say. "Is all I have left of father, his being dwells within…"
"Father is dead Wukong!" Sun Qi blurted, interrupting Wukong and returning the room to silence. Before Sun Qi knew, several tears were etched into her lids, before sliding down her cheeks in cold streaks. "Why won't you let him go?"
Wukong, lost on a response to give, remained silent.
With a slight sniffle, Sun Qi had cleaned out the tears in her eyes, then she spoke.
"You're not going to go through with this." Sun Qi said, determination in her voice.
"I already have. Once I return, Tenzu will have my crown." As Sun Qi heard Wukong's words, her eyes widened, with askance present in them.
At once, she turned to Wukong, who was still lying on the floor.
"Return from where?" Sun Qi had asked, desperate for the answer. Which she feared she already knew.
Wukong sat up, now backing Sun Qi. He coughed so the dirt on him had puffed away before he spoke with a likewise fallen demeanor.
"You know where." Wukong had said, leaving Qi frozen. She fell her gaze and gritted her teeth.
"How did you know?" She asked, anger becoming her.
"I made sure the Celestial Flame was being watched, everyday and every night." Wukong said with a flat but grieved tone.
Feeling defeat cloak her, Qi clenched her fist, angered by the reality that no matter what she did, she was going to lose the only family she had left. As the weight of it began to eat into her, something within her snapped and she began to laugh.
Not surprised by this sudden change, Wukong remained immobile, sitting in the same position without moving an inch.
"Stupid brother!" She screamed, then lunged him. Turning her hands into transparent blades that resembled sparkling dust, she took a swipe at him from both sides. Before her very eyes, Wukong had disappeared, or rather, he got up and left the spot he was seated with the speed of light.
One second later, Qi felt Wukong behind her, so she turned and took another swipe at him.