Zhou Ming looked at Jieyin and Zhunti, and for a long while, he did not speak.
The attitude of these two could more or less be counted as somewhat sincere.
No hiding things, no beating around the bush—they had laid their abacus out directly on the table.
Compared with Buddhism's usual empty-headed courtesies from before, this frankness was actually much easier on the ear.
"You speak quite frankly."
Zhou Ming finally opened his mouth, unhurried.
"Though Sun Wukong's foundation is extraordinary, it does not accord with the Great Dao of my Witch Clan. I will not take him back to Pangu Hall."
"But if he is left to drift on his own, that would be even more of a pity."
"After all, he was transformed from Treasure Distribution Rock and has a thread of karma with me. Within his body, he also contains the source of the Chaos Demon Ape."
"If no one guides him, then such an exceptional foundation would simply be wasted for nothing."
The meaning in Zhou Ming's words was already very clear. He would not take Sun Wukong away, but he did not want this Monkey to be buried either.
Then there was only one option left.
Sure enough, Zhou Ming glanced at the two of them indifferently.
"Since you have the intention, then this Monkey shall continue to remain with your Buddhism."
"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist, for granting this! Many thanks, Fellow Daoist!"
Zhunti almost blurted it out, his face full of sincere gratitude.
Jieyin also let out a long breath of relief and bowed deeply to Zhou Ming.
"Fellow Daoist is righteous and noble. We senior and junior brothers are endlessly grateful!"
Zhou Ming looked at the two men before him, both utterly respectful, and suddenly raised his hand slightly.
"Don't be in such