At that moment, Zhen Yuanzi could no longer conceal the towering waves of shock in his heart. He stared blankly at Sun Wukong, his face slack. An easygoing old soul like him had very nearly been driven out of his mind by Sun Wukong.
"What else, Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi? What did you think gave me the nerve to keep courting death before a mighty Quasi-Saint like you? Naturally, I had something to rely on!"
Sun Wukong smiled brilliantly, feeling immensely pleased with himself. His vanity and mischievous streak had been satisfied as never before.
This was far more entertaining than saving some Ginseng Fruit Tree.
"You, you, Red Cloud... a mole at Tang Sanzang's side? You, you, all of you... Red Cloud, he... just how many arrangements have they made? How many plans have they laid?"
Even though Sun Yukong had chosen to lay his cards on the table, Zhen Yuanzi still struggled to accept the truth.
Especially the fact that even Sun Wukong was a mole.
Such a daring arrangement, such an unimaginable maneuver, had gone clean beyond the bounds of Zhen Yuanzi's imagination.
"That, I don't know. Anyway, Senior Red Cloud told me I was a pawn planted by Saint Zhunti, meant to serve as a bodyguard for Tang Sanzang's Scripture-Seeking. Didn't Zhunti treat me like a pawn? Hmph! If he showed me no benevolence, he couldn't blame me for showing him no loyalty!"
"So what if I become this mole and turn the Journey to the West against the Western Lands?"
Sun Wukong sneered repeatedly. At last, he had a proper opportunity to vent before these powerful figures and voice his resentment.
"Against the Western Lands, against the Journey to the West..."
Seeing Sun Wukong's bitterness, Zhen Yuanzi barely managed to suppress his shock. His eyes