Sun Wukong was grumbling to himself.
When he heard the exchange between Zhao Gongming and Bixiao, he was dumbfounded again. A warmth suddenly rose in his heart, and he could not help asking:
"Brother God of Wealth, three immortal sisters..."
"Why are you all so good to me, Old Sun?"
This was not reasonable!
On the Journey to the West in his "previous life," Tang Sanzang had not treated Sun Wukong this well. At the slightest provocation, he would chant the Tight-Fillet Spell at him. Beyond that, he had used the bond between master and disciple to bind Sun Wukong...
Sun Wukong even had a famous saying about it:
"So annoying, so annoying!"
Yet he had neither kinship nor friendship with Zhao Gongming and the others. From Nezha descending to the mortal world to fight him until this very conversation, everything had carried an inexplicable sense of closeness.
They all seemed to think it was perfectly normal.
But the more they acted that way...
The stranger Sun Wukong felt!
Zhao Gongming froze for a moment. His gaze flickered as well, and he muttered to himself:
"Foolish junior brother..."
"Of course it's because you're our little junior brother! Otherwise, do you really think all the money in my God of Wealth's Palace was blown in on the wind? That I don't care about it at all?"
But Zhao Gongming held himself back.
Since Wu Tian had not told Sun Wukong the truth, he naturally had his own considerations—such as his plans for the Journey to the West Tribulation, or Sun Wukong's training...
Just like Yang Jian before him, who had been sent directly by their master into the care of his rival Yuanshi, becoming a core disciple. Only much later had he learned his true identity.
Sun Wukong was surely the