Zhang Chen could tell that Sun Wukong had deliberately spared Qing Gui's life because of certain things Qing Gui had recounted. And since he happened not to want to owe a junior like Zhang Chen a favor, he had intentionally forced this transaction upon him.
"Senior, it seems your time is running out. Is there anything important you need to explain?"
"My true body is quite special. I'm half a Hellwarden and half a demonic beast, which is why those two fellows from Huaxia Country could pay enough to invite me here for help. There's nothing I need to explain. You, kid, are rather straightforward. Though our business has been settled, if you come to Ling in the future, I can show you some proper hospitality. Hehehe!"
With great interest, Sun Wukong reached out and pinched Zhang Chen's chin, then fiddled with the special bell hanging from his earlobe, listening to the tinkling sound coming from within.
"Senior Sun, is the Traveler active in the Hell Realm your clone?"
As Zhang Chen asked again, Sun Wukong's body had already begun to show signs of fading away.
"I don't like leaving clones here. Having to constantly deal with all sorts of trifling matters concerning you Hellwardens would be far too troublesome.
It just so happened that a Six-Eared Macaque challenged me for the position of Demon King a hundred years ago. That monkey was willing to accept his loss, so I took the opportunity to have him manage the trivial affairs of the mortal world for me. After all, Huaxia Country is my birthplace, and these Hellwardens have some connection to me as well."
"That Six-Eared Macaque is quite capable, and his physical origin is similar to mine. It was also that monkey who relayed Huaxia Country's situation to me. Having