"So it's you, Sun Wukong Son of Heaven!"
"Then that makes me Song Iron Fan Shuhang, right?"
"Should I say something to coordinate with you?" Song Shuhang asked.
Celestial Thearch was speechless.
On this day, the Celestial Thearch realized that there are limits to human understanding. Even someone like her could be stumped by some of Song Shuhang's lines, unable to grasp the underlying meaning and continue the conversation.
"How am I supposed to respond to that?" the Celestial Thearch asked.
Song Shuhang thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe it's better if you don't respond... If you force it, it's going to get really awkward for me."
"I'll look into what that means later," the Celestial Thearch said. "I've got plenty of free time now that I've been resurrected."
"Alright," Song Shuhang replied.
Then he began to lift his shirt in cooperation.
