Inside Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the image in the Haotian Mirror kept shifting.
Sun Wukong rampaged through the Heavenly Court, swinging the Golden Hoop Rod with the force of a tiger, whipping up the wind.
He fought all the way from Tushita Palace to Tongming Hall, then from Tongming Hall to Yaochi Imperial Palace. Wherever he passed, the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals collapsed into rout.
"Yang Jian! Get out here for your Grandpa Sun!"
Inside the hall, the assembled ministers all stared at the image in the Haotian Mirror. No one made a sound.
That monkey charged left and right, beating any Heavenly Soldier he caught, thrashing any Heavenly General he seized, all while shouting nonstop.
"Yang Jian! Where are you hiding? If you've got the guts, come out and fight your Grandpa Sun for another three hundred rounds!"
The ministers in the hall stood motionless, staring at the scene in the mirror, each with a different expression.
If that monkey knew Yang Jian was not in the Heavenly Court at all, what kind of face would he make?
"Your Majesty."
Taibai Jinxing stood to the side and glanced at the mirror.
"That monkey is heading toward the Hall of the Nine Luminaries. A few more palace paths ahead, and he will reach the Imperial Way."
Haotian's brows furrowed slightly.
From the Hall of the Nine Luminaries to the Imperial Way, then straight along the Imperial Way, was Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
If that monkey kept fighting his way over, in less than half an incense stick's time, he would reach the gates of Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
That would not do.
A show was a show, but Lingxiao Treasure Hall was his territory.
Letting the monkey make trouble outside was cooperating with Buddhism in playing a double act. Letting the monkey fight