"This monkey..."
Puzhen leaned against the corner of the wall, staring at Sun Wukong as he continuously swallowed.
Before he had fainted during the great battle, Sun Wukong had yet to appear, so he had not witnessed Sun Wukong's crazed demonic state.
Yet the aura Sun Wukong was giving off at this moment was enough to make him tremble with fear.
Patriarch Bodhi stroked his long beard and said, "Disciple, how is your body?"
Yang Jian remained silent beside him, staring at Patriarch Bodhi, seemingly lost in thought.
Sun Wukong froze for a moment before looking toward Patriarch Bodhi. He hurriedly got out of bed, knelt, and bowed. "Greetings, Master."
His memories had fully returned. Thinking of how many Saints he had beaten to death filled him with excitement, but recalling that he had nearly killed Li Yuanba made him ashamed.
When he finally thought of the Emperor of Fate, his brows furrowed involuntarily.
At that moment, Qin Jun entered with Li Yuanba, Ji Bubai, Fuxi, the Dao of Death, and Houtu.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Sun Wukong saluted Qin Jun. Without Qin Jun, how could he have become a Saint?
He had even entered the Saint Realm Perfected in one stroke, just one step away from an even higher realm.
"How is your body?" Qin Jun asked with concern.
No matter how strong Sun Wukong became, his loyalty had always remained at the maximum value, which moved Qin Jun deeply.
Although Patriarch Bodhi would not betray him, the decline in his loyalty was something Qin Jun had always remembered.
Everyone understood the principles of human nature.
But when it happened to oneself, it was another matter entirely.
"No problem. That guy didn't tamper with me."
Sun Wukong stood up and smiled. He deliberately omitted the Emperor of Fate's name because