Two days later.
At dusk.
"Rustle! Rustle!"
A dense curtain of rain fell over the Giant Wood Forest, creating a distinct patter that gradually grew heavier.
This was the night rain of the Senluo Realm.
At this moment.
Inside a rather large tree hollow.
The first lesson—the so-called "secret art of healing"—was about to officially begin.
More than two hundred Spirit Monkeys sat in neat rows, occasionally whispering among themselves.
"Ah-ao!"
"Ho-ah-woo!"
These furry fellows came from six different tribes.
They included the descendants of chieftains and elders, as well as the more promising young members of their tribes—no, young monkeys.
Of course.
As the host, the Black Branch Tribe.
Spirit Monkeys from that tribe accounted for over forty percent of the gathering.
Luo Jiuling sat quietly in a corner, secretly observing the monkeys' behavior as his thoughts drifted once more.
Judging by the Spirit Monkeys' behavior, these tribes do not seem particularly harmonious. There are probably open and covert conflicts between them.
But that does not matter.
As long as the Grand General Overseer makes a move, these tribes will definitely be brought together and become a force under his control.
Although he had no idea exactly how the Grand General Overseer intended to do it.
He simply had tremendous faith in him.
Luo Jiuling smacked his lips again. "As expected of the Grand General Overseer. Even after ending up in a monkey den, he can still become the Monkey King."
In short.
He was fucking amazing! After a while.
Soft footsteps sounded.
The Spirit Monkeys' whispers vanished completely.
Under the gaze of countless monkey eyes.
A figure clad in a silver-threaded robe and wearing a Dragon Head Mask strolled into the tree hollow.
Luo Jiuling unconsciously straightened his back.
The Grand General Overseer had arrived.
The furry monkeys