Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Haotian watched the increasingly fierce battle in the Haotian Mirror, and at last, a trace of satisfaction appeared on his majestic face.
"Good."
He breathed out a single word, his voice not loud, yet carrying an unquestionable approval.
"Yang Jian is worthy of being Ancestor Wu's prized disciple, and my nephew. He truly has not disappointed me."
"At the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, he has already walked it to the extreme. His foundation is solid."
Taibai Jinxing stood slightly to the side, the horsetail whisk in his hand hanging down.
"Your Majesty speaks most truly."
"Yang Jian's Magic Power is pure, and his physical strength is even rarer still."
"Though that Demon Monkey's brute force is astonishing, before Yang Jian, he has never been able to gain even the slightest advantage."
"With Yang Jian's strength, taking down that damned monkey is only a matter of time."
The ministers in the hall looked toward the Haotian Mirror.
Yang Jian was indeed powerful. With his cultivation at the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal, crushing the early-stage Sun Wukong was more than easy, yet he was still able to control the tempo perfectly.
The fight was lively enough, looked intense enough, but in truth, it was all within Yang Jian's control.
Taibai Jinxing stroked his beard and watched for a while, then suddenly put away his smile.
"Your Majesty."
"This old minister has one matter, though I do not know whether it ought to be spoken."
"Speak."
Taibai Jinxing pointed his whisk toward the Haotian Mirror.
"Yang Jian's strength is far above that Demon Monkey's. Before long, he will be able to take that Demon Monkey down."
"This old minister worries that if Yang Jian is allowed to capture the Demon Monkey alone, will it perhaps... make that Monkey