How many years had it been? Ling Qingxuan still held a grudge, still unable to swallow her anger, wanting to settle accounts with Sun Wukong. Wang Xuan was left somewhat speechless.
How many times had he hit her back then? It seemed he had shouted "Eat Old Sun's staff!" four times in total.
To be fair, he really had gotten carried away with it at the time.
Now he was Lu Renjia, dressed in snow-white robes, gentle and refined. Sun Wukong's crude and excessive behavior had nothing to do with him.
He could only offer kind advice. "Let bygones be bygones. Better dissolve enmity than tie more knots; too much anger harms the body."
"Lu Renjia, what do you mean? You said you would help me back then. Now not only have you lost every trace of mortal warmth, you're even trying to persuade me otherwise?"
Ling Qingxuan's temper had not changed. Though she remained beautiful, elegant, and exquisitely flawless, the mere mention of Sun Wukong breached her defenses. Even her chest heaved.
Wang Xuan said, "Don't rush. If you truly want to find him, of course I'll stand on your side. I'm just worried you'll suffer a loss. Flower-Fruit Mountain Dojo is difficult to deal with now."
At the mention of Flower-Fruit Mountain Dojo, Ling Qingxuan was indeed deeply wary. More than ninety years ago, that lineage had wiped out Beast Fighting Palace in Outer Heaven, severing the physical body of the True Saint—the Carrion Eater—and selling its flesh and blood on a massive scale.
After that battle, the dojo shook the world.
It was also in that battle that Sun Wukong, absent for a long time, reappeared in the world. He had personally acted in Beast Fighting Palace, and it was said that he had even killed several