"I know his name is Yang Jian, but he has three eyes, so what's wrong with calling him the Three-Eyed Monster? Don't you call me a monkey?" Sun Wukong lowered his head and said to Nezha.
Nezha choked on his reply. How were those the same?
"Keeper of the Horses, what are you doing here?" Yang Jian clearly still remembered this monkey. He frowned as he questioned him.
"Heavenly King Li transferred me here. Must've taken a fancy to my abilities." Sun Wukong no longer dared act insolently before those mighty gods, but he knew Yang Jian was merely a lowly Judicial Divine Messenger. Though he had some authority to enforce the law, his divine position was scarcely higher than that of a horse keeper. Besides, their first meeting had been unpleasant, so his tone was far from friendly.
Hearing this, Yang Jian turned toward Li Jing, who sat in the main seat.
Seeing Yang Jian look his way, Li Jing nodded. "Indeed, I ordered his transfer. He spent fifty years fighting the Asuras under King Dizang and knows something of them. His cultivation is quite good, too, so he should prove useful on this campaign."
With so many people present, Li Jing did not tell Yang Jian outright that Ao Yue had instructed him to transfer Sun Wukong here. Ao Yue had said there was no need to publicize the matter.
Hearing Li Jing's explanation, Yang Jian nodded in understanding.
"Senior Brother Yang, it's been a long time!" Huang Tianhua approached as well, cupping his fist in greeting. In the original course of the Investiture of the Gods, he had been appointed Duke Bingling, Orthodox God of the Three Mountains. In this course of events, however, Gungun naturally would never have given him such a lofty divine position. He