Haotian sneered as he looked at Sun Wukong, the corners of his lips curling up. He said in a deep voice, "I am not the Jade Emperor? Then who is?"
"You, Sun Wukong?"
"Sun Wukong, I spared your worthless life. You had better cherish it. If you do not know how to cherish it, do not blame me," Haotian said gravely.
Although Sun Wukong's memories were now damaged, he had a good relationship with Hun Jian, Hun Jiao, and Hun Chan.
If he killed Sun Wukong now, he might provoke Hun Jian and the others' displeasure. A living Sun Wukong was more useful than a dead one.
Therefore.
Haotian chose to spare Sun Wukong's life.
Sun Wukong said nothing after hearing this, but his heart remained utterly shocked, its waters churning violently.
He was extremely unwilling to believe that the man before him was the old Jade Emperor. Since when had the old Jade Emperor become so powerful? Or perhaps...
The old Jade Emperor had been this powerful from the beginning, and he simply had not known? Sun Wukong had already learned his lesson, and with his example before them, no one in the hall dared step forward at this moment.
Of course.
Even without Sun Wukong's example, no one would have stepped forward. Just as Haotian had said before.
Since when did ants dare speak or interrupt their conversation? They would not overestimate themselves like Sun Wukong. They knew their own strength very well.
They could accurately find their place as well. They did not want to overstep their bounds, for they too feared death.
Haotian might spare Sun Wukong, but if they stepped forward to provoke Haotian, they did not believe he would spare them.
With no one interrupting, Haotian turned his gaze toward Shakyamuni and said, "Shakyamuni,