Bibi Dong had read Wukong's book.
Naturally, she knew that this "World-Destroying Divine Thunder" was the thunder tribulation a Soul Beast would inevitably face upon breaking through two hundred thousand years.
Since he dared to say so, he probably wasn't lying to her.
Still, there was no way to verify something like this. She could only take his word for it.
Bibi Dong suddenly softened her tone. "Sun Wukong."
Wukong jolted and stood ramrod straight. "Present!"
Bibi Dong asked solemnly, "Are you willing to serve me?"
Serve you?
Who the fuck are you?
Just someone I've already beaten.
Still...
Wukong didn't want to expose his identity yet. He also wanted to use the Spirit Hall's resources to advance his grand plan for gathering faith.
So he changed his tune. "I am."
Bibi Dong sneered. "You don't even know who I am, yet you agreed just like that? Aren't you afraid you've boarded a pirate ship?"
Wukong chuckled. "Serving Your Highness the Saintess would be a blessing earned through my past lives. How could that possibly be a pirate ship?"
Bibi Dong's pupils abruptly contracted.
She hadn't expected him to see through her identity at all.
But Bibi Dong didn't deny it.
After all, since she intended to take Wukong into her service, she would have to reveal her identity sooner or later.
If she continued concealing it now, she would only make herself look petty as the Saintess.
So she calmly raised a hand and removed the black mask from her face, revealing her exquisite beauty that outshone every other woman. At the same time, she returned to her original voice, clear and melodious with a hint of coolness.
"You're certainly clever."
"Tell me, then. How did you figure it out?"
Wukong smiled. "Your Highness's disguise was naturally seamless, but...