A Pearl in the Palm Is Still a Pearl, and Burning Rage Is Still Burning

"Huh?" Chen Shanzang's face showed utter bewilderment. He immediately turned to look at the driver, his expression clearly asking, Didn't you say his mental illness was cured?

Having seemingly grown used to this sort of thing, Sun Wukong sighed and pulled an ID Card from his pocket.

"I was born with the name Sun Wukong. What could I do? The other one hadn't even made a name for himself when I was born, okay?"

"Uh..." Chen Shanzang was even more astonished. That person had supposedly lived two or three hundred years ago, hadn't he?

"Mister Sun and my father are of the same generation," the driver explained quietly. Instead of having the desired effect, however, it earned him a look that asked, How old are you this year?

"Don't look at me like that. I'm only in my twenties. My father was Shun Bai. Back then, he ate that person's Seventy-two Faces of Soaring Dragon and Peaches from the Peach Banquet. I was a late-life child. I don't know whether it was the effect of the peaches and Soaring Dragon Crisp, or whether I just inherited my father's talent, but I had extremely sharp senses from birth. After Zhao Yu found out, she wanted me to marry into her Zhao Family. I refused and angered that Zhao Family's pearl in the palm—her blazing rage, or 'burning' for short. So I could only become a driver for people at a minor government office. Come to think of it, the public uproar was quite big back then. Looks like I still wasn't famous enough..."

The driver muttered somewhat awkwardly, though he was utterly speechless inside. He had thought the little bald man hadn't asked his name the whole way because he had recognized him. Who would have thought he simply had no