Sun Wukong furrowed his brow and then spoke.
"Even if someone really had seen him, who could help him? They say he was born carrying all the misfortune in the world. If anyone saw him, they would probably be so frightened that they would run away."
Juanlian looked at Tianpeng and spoke with utmost seriousness.
"That's right. He was the root of all suffering. Some said he had committed an unforgivable mistake, while others said he had done nothing at all."
Tianpeng lowered his eyes and then spoke.
"Tianpeng, you've gone such a long way around. What exactly are you trying to say?"
Fahai's eyes revealed a puzzled expression as he stared intently at Tianpeng.
"That Nine-Headed Bird should be able to live for at least several thousand more years with his cultivation. Yet the reason we won this time was entirely because he suffered an excruciating headache at the critical moment."
"He's always had extremely severe headaches, along with serious insomnia. There's no medicine that can cure him."
Tianpeng glanced at the others and then spoke.
"You fool, when did you grow a compassionate heart? You actually feel sympathy for a monster?"
Sun Wukong's eyes also filled with confusion as he stared at him and spoke.
"Brother Monkey, didn't you say before that monsters could be divided into good and bad ones?"
"In all these thousands of years, the Nine-Headed Bird has never harmed a single person in Jisaiguo. Doesn't that count as being a good monster?"
"He was forced to steal Jisaiguo's national treasure. You felt his Thought Wave yourself. You only suffered from the influence, yet your heads already felt like they were splitting apart. How do you think he gets through every minute and every second?"
Tianpeng suddenly stared intently at Sun Wukong, determination flashing in