At this moment, Wukong, who had long been used to having nothing, suddenly came into immense wealth.
After freezing for a brief instant, he accepted the Spirit Treasures and bowed in thanks.
Thinking back to his long years wandering the Changbai Mountain Range, he had never managed to obtain even a single high-level treasure.
Looking at things now, he truly understood the importance of having backing.
Bei Ming instructed, "Nüwa and I will be discussing the Dao here. Go refine the Spirit Treasures first and gain an initial grasp of them.
"When I call for you, come to the main hall. I will give you separate guidance and sort things out for you."
The discussion between Bei Ming and Nüwa was, in essence, a collision between Dao and Dao.
Wukong was merely a Taiyi Golden Immortal. If he remained here by force, not only would he fail to understand anything, but he might also be disturbed by a Saint's aura and shake his own state of mind.
Wukong naturally understood the importance of the matter and immediately replied:
"This disciple takes his leave."
He withdrew, unable to hide the lightness in his steps.
For one thing, his master had company, so he was in no rush to hear the Dao.
For another, having just received such a pile of treasures, his heart was already itching. All he wanted was to go back and examine them properly.
If he were truly made to sit in the hall and listen to the Dao now, his restless mind would surely churn, leaving him unable to calm down.
Bei Ming and Nüwa saw through Wukong's little thoughts clearly.
Once his figure vanished into the clouds and mist outside the hall, Nüwa hit the nail on the head.
"Junior brother, compared with your other direct