The monkey felt refreshed and invigorated.
The moment he shouted himself hoarse that he was a demon beast, that he was a monkey, enlightenment struck him once more.
That was right—he was a wild monkey demon from the mountains. No matter how outstanding other races were, he was still himself. He wondered how Bai was doing now. In this world, she was the only one who had ever truly treated him well. Thinking carefully, he realized every word Bai had said made sense, aside from her bragging about her beauty.
"Screech screech screech~! You skulking thieves! Come out here and let Grandpa Monkey beat you to death!"
The instant his words fell, the white clouds in the sky parted.
Moo...!
The muffled bellow intimidated all living things.
As the clouds dispersed, seven Golden Figures seated upon the clouds were revealed!
With furrowed brows and glaring eyes, they looked down at the tiny demon monkey on the ground. The golden monk who had spoken with the monkey earlier flew skyward, completing the eight directions and sealing him in. They had come prepared; when fair words failed, they found an excuse to capture him. It was a Jianghu routine that felt all too familiar to the monkey.
"Demon monkey, do you know your sin?"
The divine voice rolled out thunderously, vast and mighty, drawing many worshippers to their knees as they cried out. The eight golden figures certainly looked imposing—at the very least, they were professionals.
The monkey bared his teeth in a strange grin, raised one finger and wagged it, his face full of disdain.
"Screech screech, what wrong have I done by squatting beneath a tree and watching the mortal world's excitement? Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
Finding it uncomfortable to keep craning his neck, he flipped