Yellow Wind Monster emerged from Yellow Wind Cave and froze when he saw Great Master Lingbao standing outside. He stared at Great Master Lingbao before him, stunned.
After several seconds, Yellow Wind Monster finally called out tentatively, "Master?"
The Master before him was indeed his Master, yet he was vastly different from the Master in his memories. For a moment, Yellow Wind Monster could not tell whether he truly was his Master.
Great Master Lingbao looked at Yellow Wind Monster and said coldly, "What, after being a demon in the lower realm for so long, have you forgotten me?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
Yellow Wind Monster hurriedly dropped to his knees, then transformed into his true form—a yellow-furred gerbil—and burrowed into Great Master Lingbao's embrace.
After subduing Yellow Wind Monster, Great Master Lingbao looked at Sun Wukong. "Great Sage, the little demon has been subdued. Go fetch your Master."
"Many thanks, Daoist."
Sun Wukong cupped his fists slightly toward Great Master Lingbao, then entered Yellow Wind Cave with Zhu Bajie. As they entered the cave, Zhu Bajie turned to look at Great Master Lingbao.
Perhaps it was merely his imagination, but Zhu Bajie always felt that this Martial Uncle was rather strange.
Ever since Martial Uncle Lingbao had joined the Buddhist Sect and become Bodhisattva Lingji, he had refused to let Zhu Bajie call him Martial Uncle in order to distance himself from the Daoist Sects.
What was going on today?
Even his attire had changed back to how he had dressed in the Daoist Sects, and he had even taken the initiative to let Zhu Bajie call him Martial Uncle.
For a moment,
Zhu Bajie even suspected that the Martial Uncle before him was a fake.
Great Master Lingbao met Zhu Bajie's gaze with a smile at the corner of