When Hearts Scatter, the Team Is Hard to Lead

The moment Sun Wu took hold of Seventy-Two Transformations, a voice echoed in his mind, seemingly telling him that this was fate.

Everything was predetermined.

The gears of fate began to turn.

Set foot upon the path that was originally yours.

The faint voice kept ringing out.

Sun Wu closed his eyes. A moment later, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong and snapped his eyes open.

He saw a white-haired youth standing nearby, his lips moving slightly. Those words had come from his mouth.

"It's you! Are you sick or something?!" Sun Wu leaped sharply backward, startling Bai Gujing in the sedan chair behind him into letting out a cry.

"My wife." Sun Wu immediately set down the sedan chair carefully. "Are you all right?"

"Husband—"

Watching this shameless couple flaunt their affection in public.

Tang Luo and the others all wore expressions of moral decline and decaying values.

"The others" referred to Tang Luo, Ao Yu, and Tang Seng.

Bajie was still sleeping soundly in Gao Village. With a water ball above his head going "blub blub," Sha Wujing remained entirely focused, neither delighted by external things nor saddened by himself, having already reached the realm of a sage.

As for Cuilan, she did not care in the slightest. Flaunting affection was something she could do too.

"Why is it you again?" After calming Bai Gujing down, Sun Wu looked at Tang Luo.

"Wukong, master and disciple, we are fated to meet." Tang Luo smiled.

"I'm not Wukong, nor am I your disciple." Sun Wu stressed.

"Alas." Tang Luo sighed. "You've been such a simp that you do not even have a house anymore. Aren't you going to wake up?"

Sun Wu froze for a moment before understanding what Tang Luo meant.

"Also, the talisman you used to