Zhen Yuanzi fell silent.
Although he still did not believe that Sun Wukong and the others knew any Sage who could save his ginseng fruit tree.
Still, there was no harm in taking a gamble.
If they really succeeded, it would certainly be a good thing for him.
Sigh!
At that thought, Zhen Yuanzi let out a helpless sigh, then nodded his agreement.
"Very well, then. I shall give you one final chance."
"Although I do not believe your words, if you truly accomplish this, I shall owe you a favor."
"Otherwise, do not blame me for refusing to show you any consideration!"
As he reached those last words, Zhen Yuanzi's expression instantly turned icy.
Besides, he considered himself reasonable.
Zhen Yuanzi knew perfectly well that Sun Wukong had not toppled the ginseng fruit tree. To put it bluntly, Sun Wukong did not even possess the ability to do so.
After all, Sun Wukong was currently nothing more than a mere golden immortal.
The ginseng fruit tree was one of the innate spiritual roots, after all. Never mind a mere golden immortal-even a daluo golden immortal acting personally could not have accomplished this.
It would have taken a Sage, or at the very least a peak quasi-saint, to barely manage such a feat.
Only after hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words did faint smiles finally appear on the faces of Tang Sanzang and the others.
Whatever the case, Zhen Yuanzi had finally agreed.
Although they themselves had no idea whether Sun Wukong could actually persuade Saint Tongtian to come, all they could do now was treat a dead horse as though it were still alive.
Success would be best, of course. If he truly failed, there was nothing they could do about it.
"Thank you, Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi."
"Rest assured, Brother