Hun Xiu watched Six-Eared Macaque rise to his feet.
He was preparing to leave.
Hun Xiu was slightly taken aback!
He had made himself so clear! He had not expected Six-Eared Macaque to be so ungrateful! He frowned slightly.
He could not understand where Six-Eared Macaque had found the nerve to disregard his words.
Seeing that Sun Wukong and Six-Eared Macaque were about to leave—
"Humph..."
Hun Xiu let out a cold snort.
The Emperor's Aura poured forth.
It descended upon Six-Eared Macaque.
Six-Eared Macaque's body sank.
His legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees.
Sun Wukong, who had been walking beside Six-Eared Macaque, was stunned when he saw him kneel.
He could not understand why he had suddenly knelt when he had been walking perfectly fine.
He was slightly bewildered.
Just then—
Hun Xiu's voice rang out.
"Are you looking down on me?"
When Six-Eared Macaque heard Hun Xiu's words, the confusion he had felt vanished as cold sweat began pouring down his face.
Cold sweat covered his back.
Cold sweat covered his body.
His three souls were frightened away.
Of his seven spirits, six had already fled.
Hun Xiu looked at the still-bewildered, dazed Sun Wukong and said, "Wukong, you may leave!"
"The real and the fake have been determined!"
"You should return below and continue protecting Tang Xuanzang on his Journey to the West."
"Oh..."
"Yes!"
"I, Old Sun, will be going..."
Upon hearing Hun Xiu's words, Sun Wukong immediately snapped out of it.
He looked at the kneeling Six-Eared Macaque, then ultimately chose to leave.
As for what would happen to this fake Sun Wukong next, Sun Wukong did not know.
Nor did he wish to know.
Sun Wukong left.
Inside the High Cloud Palace.
The Host of Immortals all fixed their gazes