"Fine." Chu Yang nodded. "Then I'll turn into an ordinary Imp—small and scrawny, the kind no one notices. That way, I won't draw the demons' attention and can gather intelligence more easily. You should turn into a slightly stronger Imp, preferably one who can get close to the Three Great Demon Kings. That way, you can learn more important information, such as their weaknesses and their arrangements."
"No problem!" Sun Wukong grinned. "I, Old Sun, will turn into a Patrolling Imp—strong and in charge of patrols. That'll let me move freely through Lion Camel Ridge and gather intelligence. It'll also make it easier to approach the Three Great Demon Kings and learn their true capabilities."
"Good. Then let's transform now," Chu Yang said. "Remember, once we become Imps, we must conceal our auras and not expose our true identities. Even our manner of speaking must imitate the Imps. We absolutely cannot reveal any flaws."
"Don't worry! I, Old Sun, know!" Sun Wukong nodded, raised a hand, and formed a spell sign while muttering an incantation. A puff of green smoke flashed past, and Sun Wukong's body gradually changed. His original height shrank somewhat, black fur covered his body, and his face became fierce and savage. A large saber also appeared in his hand. He looked exactly like an ordinary Patrolling Imp, identical to the Imps of Lion Camel Ridge, without the slightest flaw.
Chu Yang also raised a hand and formed a spell sign. Green smoke flashed, and his body gradually changed as well. He became thin and small, with dark skin and a faint scar on his face. Dressed in tattered Imp clothing and holding a wooden stick, he looked utterly unremarkable, like the lowest-ranking Imp. Thrown into a crowd of Imps, no one would notice him.
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