The kick jolted Sun Wukong. He turned to look at Zhang Yang, grinning from ear to ear.
"Come here. I'll explain the mission."
Zhang Yang called Sun Wukong over and began explaining everything in detail.
At the end, he said with utmost seriousness, "Remember, whatever you do, don't try these cigarettes. You can smoke the ones specially prepared for you. The packaging is identical, but the ingredients inside are different."
"And take this box of candy. If-and I mean if-you smoke these, eat one piece to counteract the poison. But you'll develop resistance to it. The more you eat, the less effective it becomes. Got it?"
Sun Wukong nodded solemnly, and Zhang Yang continued, "These are only the first step. Once the plan is ready, do this. Start with the Demon Race, then..."
"The Angel Race?"
"Right. Adapt as the situation demands. Remember, there's no rush. You must be absolutely certain before proceeding. Even if war breaks out, it won't affect this mission. Understand?"
"Understood!"
After finishing his discussion with Sun Wukong, Zhang Yang spoke with Pangu again, telling him his plan. He also told Sun Wukong everything he knew about the Angel Race.
"Ancestor!"
"Mm."
"If he truly faces a life-or-death crisis, please save Wukong if you can."
"All right. This strand of my consciousness won't last much longer. You have a very nimble mind. You've put all the methods explored on Earth to flexible use. You've done well."
Zhang Yang watched Pangu's Will dissipate, then withdrew from Sun Wukong's consciousness as well.
A while later, Sun Wukong slapped Flea awake. "Hey, hey, hey! You're still sleeping after coming here? Can I even count on you?"
Flea was groggy and felt a little pain in the head. "Did you beat me up?"
"Watch what you say! I'll sue you