In the Sea of Blood,
in Minghe Hall,
after Ancestor Minghe finished his complaint, the three San Xiao sisters, their pretty faces faintly flushed, looked at one another, then all turned their eyes to Xuanming.
They didn't know what to say, either.
They really were bullying him a little.
They'd not only come to his home and slaughtered his people, but also forbidden him from interfering. No matter how you looked at it, that seemed like something Chanjiao or Buddhism would do.
"Ancestor, you've got the wrong idea, haven't you?"
Under their gaze, Xuanming felt his scalp prickle. That was especially true when he saw the aggrieved look forced onto Ancestor Minghe's deeply wrinkled face. It made him seem like some tyrant who bullied men and women.
If Xuanming didn't know any better, that might have been one thing. But what kind of person was he?
Could he not know Ancestor Minghe's true nature?
If the three San Xiao sisters, all Saints, weren't here, Ancestor Minghe could have torn him into a million pieces and hung him out to dry in the Sea of Blood.
Did they really think Ancestor Minghe, who had created the Asura race, was some simple character?
But the more that was true, the more embarrassed Xuanming felt.
After all, he really was in the wrong here.
Still,
Xuanming hadn't come unprepared. Having grown accustomed to having a just cause for his actions, he'd already found a reason before making his move.
He didn't argue or apologize. He simply pointed at Sun Wukong.
"Ancestor, don't you recognize this monkey at all?"
"Hm?"
Ancestor Minghe was surprised by the question. What did he mean? Did this monkey have some sort of karma with the Sea of Blood?
He examined him closely.
No, nothing came to mind.
Though