This was the first time Sun Wukong had heard someone address him like that.
The title "martial nephew" truly shocked him. After freezing for a moment, he immediately wanted to voice the countless questions in his heart, only to find that he could not say a word...
It was as though he had been immobilized!
"Uh..."
The delight in Sun Wukong's eyes turned into speechlessness.
What was this supposed to be?
Zhen Yuanzi merely looked at him with a cheerful smile, as though his gaze were saying: Little fellow, I disdain hiding the relationship between us, but if even your master did not tell you certain things... then you should not ask me about them!
Then Zhen Yuanzi said with a chuckle:
"Since you passed by my Five Villages Temple... as your elder, I cannot give you nothing. Let me offer you a small meeting gift!"
Having said that,
Zhen Yuanzi lightly pointed at Sun Wukong.
Whoosh!
A beam of earthy yellow light flew from Zhen Yuanzi's fingertip, then split into two in midair. One descended toward the back of Sun Wukong's head and transformed into a golden hair, while the other drilled into Sun Wukong's spiritual platform.
Never mind the golden hair; the mysterious light that fell into his spiritual platform had barely entered Sun Wukong's mind before an enormous flood of information surged forth. Even with Sun Wukong's current strength, he went blank for a moment. Only after completely integrating and accepting it did realization dawn on him.
"Sleeve Universe?"
Zhen Yuanzi had actually given him a divine ability.
But... uh, had his "previous life" not fallen victim to this very divine ability? Why did this feel so strange?
He instinctively touched the golden hair at the back of his head. Only then did he hear Zhen Yuanzi