Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng: Do Not Touch My Good Grandson

Just as Sun Wukong and the other two had left the cave abode, a cloud of auspicious clouds came from Bamboo Joint Mountain to the north. A yellow-haired old man stood upon it, surrounded by a host of demons.

Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng saw the three of them emerging from the cave abode and could not help frowning deeply.

"Sun Wukong! What did you do to my good grandson?"

Sun Wukong had been pretending not to see him, but when he was called out, he immediately stopped and cupped his hands toward Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng.

"Fellow Daoist, so that lion inside is your good grandson? You're quite the devoted grandfather~"

Hearing the voice of his old ancestor, Yellow Lion Spirit crawled and rolled out of the cave.

"Old Ancestor!"

"I'm perfectly fine!"

"This 'Rake Convention' was all a misunderstanding. As the saying goes, enemies should be reconciled, not kept at odds. The three Great Immortals and I have already cleared up the misunderstanding."

"They even gave me a cave full of cattle, sheep, and fine wine!"

Seeing that his good grandson was safe and sound, Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng waved away the formation and descended from the clouds.

"Didn't I tell you to keep your distance from them? You wouldn't listen... What if you had really ended up fighting?"

"Wouldn't this old ancestor of yours have had to send off his own grandson before his time?"

Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng smacked Yellow Lion Spirit on the head. It was rare for him to descend to the mortal realm, and he had even acquired several adopted grandsons~

"Yes, yes, Old Ancestor is right!"

"Your grandson understands!"

Yellow Lion Spirit nodded like a pounding pestle and kept agreeing. His old ancestor was getting on in years, so it was better to