Joker toyed with the Golden Cudgel, unable to stop himself from imagining turning into Sun Wukong, galloping across the Nine Heavens in all his glory.
The thought that Joker himself would one day be so magnificent made him wildly excited. His heart raced, his hands trembled. Not only was he brandishing the Golden Cudgel, he was about to become Sun Wukong—the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong.
Hun Xiu looked at the Golden Fillet in his hand and said calmly, "The answer to becoming Sun Wukong lies within this Golden Fillet."
"Inside that?"
Hun Xiu's words immediately drew Spring Thirteenth Mother, White Crystal, and Joker's gazes to the Golden Fillet in his hand.
It was just a small Golden Fillet. Could it really turn Joker into Sun Wukong? Did it possess such tremendous magic? Surely not?
Joker said, "Hun Xiu, this Golden Fillet can turn me into Sun Wukong? How do I use it? Don't tell me I have to wear it on my head?"
Come to think of it, the Golden Fillet was not small. If he wore it on his head, it would fit perfectly. Walking around with it would be quite impressive.
Joker's offhand remark made Hun Xiu stare at him in astonishment. Hun Xiu muttered inwardly, Could this guy be a transmigrator too?
But he quickly dismissed the thought. Joker had merely happened to guess the truth.
Joker noticed Hun Xiu's surprise as well. He froze for a moment, then exclaimed in shock, "I really got it right? I have to wear it on my head?"
There was still some disbelief in his voice.
After all.
He had only said it casually. Had he actually come infinitely close to the truth? If he went into fortune-telling, wouldn't that have better prospects than being a bandit?