Bai Yujun stared expressionlessly at the Masked Figure.
"Who gave you the courage to violate the Cultivation World's prohibitions? Aren't you afraid of punishment from the heavenly soldiers?"
The Masked Figure snorted.
"You're merely an outsider snake demon. Besides, why should people like us let others point fingers at what we do? The heavenly soldiers and the Heavenly Court are a great mountain pressing down on our heads. And you—how do you view the heavenly soldiers who imprison us?"
Ignoring the bandit army being swept aside by the fierce tiger below the platform, the Masked Figure coldly watched Bai Yujun.
Bai Yujun remained expressionless. Though she understood, she did not agree.
"Heavenly soldiers are like white blood cells. Oh, perhaps you don't understand what white blood cells are. In any case, for the sake of order, protecting ordinary living beings also means protecting you."
"Oh? Protecting me?"
The Masked Figure seemed to have heard something laughable.
"That's right. In truth, you are no different from the mortals you disdain. Fine, I can tell you don't believe me."
Bai Yujun felt she was talking nonsense. Forget it—time to invite the monkey.
She raised her little stubby arm and flicked it lightly. The Talisman Paper left her hand and swiftly burned, the mysterious runes written upon it stirring a certain law and sending a message toward the distant Immortal Realm, connecting with a demon monkey with nothing better to do.
Worthy of being a good friend, the monkey readily agreed and expressed curiosity. It thought this was quite fun.
The air and light atop the platform twisted and folded. After a dreamlike distortion of many colors, a gray-furred monkey appeared.
The monkey's true body could not come, nor was there any need for it to come. What descended was only its projection,