Now,
only the final place remained.
Wang Ye murmured. When he appeared again, he was already at the Post Office.
The white-skinned monkey stood in the center of the Post Office. Yet he was no longer playful, nor was he as ingratiating as before. He merely watched Wang Ye calmly.
"You came?"
"I came."
A simple question and answer.
No matter what, since "Wang Ye" was Lu Qing, the only thing that could not be explained was where the black-robed youth had gone.
His soul had already awakened, and according to Meng Po, he would not kill.
The white-skinned monkey's sudden appearance now had a reasonable explanation.
Knowing everything, yet toying with the mortal world.
The two silently went up to the second floor of the Post Office. No one knew what they discussed. When Wang Ye came back down, his face carried a thoughtful expression.
After Wang Ye left, the white-skinned monkey watched his retreating back and suddenly smiled.
"A new generation replaces the old."
"Perhaps compared to him, I am the truly incapable one."
"There is no longer a place for me in this world."
"Puppy, will you come with me?"
The white-skinned monkey looked at the phantom in midair and asked.
The phantom lay on the ground, choking back sobs.
Only after a long while did it raise its head, look at the white-skinned monkey, and nod gently.
Outside the Post Office, Wang Ye silently raised his head.
"No more delays. Today it is."
"What do you two think?"
Wang Ye murmured as he looked toward somewhere in the sky and spoke indifferently.
"Agreed."
The Buddha's voice suddenly came from the void.
Then, a crack abruptly appeared in midair. Wang and Ancestor Wang stepped out of it.
Yet four months still remained before the two-year deadline.