"Wukong, don't be rude."
Patriarch Bodhi said helplessly. Luo Shixin was the Ancestor of Kirin—how could he fool around with a junior like Sun Wukong?
It had been acceptable before, when Luo Shixin had not recovered his peak strength. But now it was different; cultivation often represented one's status.
Back when they listened to the teachings at the Purple Sky Palace, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Subhuti, and Jieyin had not yet become Saints. They stood on equal footing with other great powers such as Zhen Yuanzi, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, and the rest.
Once the Three Pure Ones and the others became Saints, their seniority and status were instantly set apart from everyone else.
This showed that cultivation was a symbol of identity.
The gap in cultivation between Sun Wukong and Luo Shixin was now far too great. They were not suited to fooling around, so the traditionally minded Patriarch Bodhi naturally disapproved.
Sun Wukong feared neither Heaven nor Earth, but he feared his master. At Patriarch Bodhi's rebuke, he immediately dared not act recklessly and merely scratched his head with a foolish grin.
Luo Shixin waved his hand and laughed. "It's fine. I happen to want to spar with Wukong."
Thus, the two walked out of the courtyard with their arms around each other's shoulders, making Fuxi and Qiang Liang exchange smiles.
At the same time, the other gods and demons in Great Qin Heavenly City were also discussing Ancestor Minghe.
Ever since moving to the Qin Immortal Realm, the divisions between the factions of gods and demons had vanished. They had begun standing together against the immortals and gods, forming two great camps.
Thus, the gods and demons grew close to one another and rarely interacted with the immortals and gods.
Of course, some gods and