That shout rang out with earth-shattering force above the noisy Moon Palace. It reminded Pigsy of a song: "How many mountains have you climbed, how many rivers have you crossed?" This was definitely where "Take a blow from my staff!" belonged.
That cry voiced exactly what Pigsy was feeling. He wanted it too. Looking at the suddenly bustling Moon Palace, with figures everywhere, plenty of fairy sisters and even more demon sisters, he could barely restrain his urge to experience the satisfaction of that one blow.
Seeing Chang'e standing quietly in the distance, a fire erupted in the Second Brother's heart.
He lowered his cloud and gazed at her lovely face, blushing. His breathing quickened, his heart raced. He had waited so long for this moment. If he had to put a number on it, it would be at least five hundred years!
"Fairy Chang'e, it's been years! You've grown thinner!" The Second Brother's hopeless-romantic nature burst forth.
Unfortunately, Chang'e merely frowned in speechless annoyance. Why was it this fellow? Wasn't it perfectly normal that I'd lost weight? She had been irritated to death these past few days. The crowd across from her kept making a racket, leaving her indescribably frustrated and unable to sleep well at night. Yet she felt too embarrassed to go over and scream at them. Find someone to settle the dispute? In a word, fucking useless.
Apparently noticing her distress, the Second Brother asked, "Are they making too much noise? Leave it to Old Pig. I'll sort them out for you!"
Chang'e sighed. "Thank you for your kindness, Marshal, but you'd best not. Do you know who they are?"
Pigsy froze. Was there more to this? Thinking it over, that made sense. Chang'e was the Lunar Star Lord, a dignitary of no small rank. Why