"The odds of it being demons are low," Chu Yang said. "They've already lost several rounds in a row. If they send more demons, then unless the people above really intend to give Brother Monkey free practice targets."
Sun Wukong immediately grinned. "My hands have been itching lately."
"Then it's people?" Su Wanwan frowned.
"Not necessarily all people." Chu Yang looked toward the shore. "But if I were them, I'd probably start with people this time."
Tang Monk was sitting cross-legged in the cabin, chanting scriptures. Hearing this, he opened his eyes. "Why do you think so, Benefactor Chu?"
"Because ordinary people are the most troublesome." Chu Yang turned back to look at him. "Demons have Demon Qi, killing intent, and things that feel off. Whether you fight them or tear through their schemes, there's always somewhere to start. People are different. Especially the sort who look innocent, speak reasonably, offer you tea and food, and even sigh on your behalf."
Sun Wukong clicked his tongue. "That kind is the most annoying. Hit them, and it looks like you're bullying people. Ignore them, and they keep chattering around you."
"Exactly." Chu Yang spread his hands. "If they really pull that, it means they've finally grown brains."
For some reason, Su Wanwan felt a faint chill creep over her.
It was not that she feared a fight.
She was no longer as intimidated by fighting as she had been before. With Chu Yang and Sun Wukong around, if they truly ran into a tough opponent, setting aside whether they could win or not, it would not be her turn to panic.
What she feared was "trouble."
Because trouble really was the hardest thing to deal with.
You could not cut it apart with one strike, nor shut it down with one