Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Yang instinctively froze, then asked tentatively, "Patriarch?"
"Yes, it's me. I attached a sliver of my will to him to help you as planned and let Wukong come back for a visit."
Zhang Yang was delighted. This was what they had agreed on earlier.
He had sent Sun Wukong over to act as an undercover agent, leaving him no means of contact precisely to avoid exposing him.
But he had communicated with Pangu's Will, asking him to have the Demon Master find a suitable opportunity to send Sun Wukong back to the Native Universe, giving them a chance to make contact.
There was no fixed date. It might take ten thousand years or a hundred thousand, but he would return eventually.
The longer it took, the more firmly established Sun Wukong would be over there, and the less likely he would be to arouse suspicion.
With nothing standing in his way, Zhang Yang attached his will to Sun Wukong's consciousness.
"Wukong, Wukong."
Sun Wukong froze, then suddenly realized who it was and cried in delight, "Lord Star Lord!"
"Ha! I finally made it back! Lord Star Lord, if I, old Sun, had come back any later, I'd practically have become one of the Demon Court's top brass!"
Zhang Yang chuckled. "Isn't that a good thing? There's nothing you, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, can't do!"
Somewhat smug, Sun Wukong scratched his head. "Of course! A little thing like this? As easy as reaching out and grabbing it!"
Zhang Yang asked gravely, "Does the Demon Race have contact with the other Great Universes?"
"Sure. They trade with each other without any restrictions."
Sun Wukong said breezily, "Just give me my next orders. A little excitement is exactly what I want!"
Zhang Yang gave Sun Wukong