True Immortal Ruyi did not return the greeting.
He stood before the convent gates, his golden hook hanging at an angle by his side, then descended the stone steps one at a time.
His red, gold-threaded Daoist robe fluttered in the mountain breeze, and the fiery beard beneath his chin stirred gently.
"You are Sun Wukong?"
Wukong still held one palm upright before his chest.
"That I am."
True Immortal Ruyi looked Wukong up and down, a chill rising in his eyes.
"Are you truly Sun Wukong, or have you borrowed his name and come here under false colors?"
Wukong lowered his hand and straightened his sleeve.
"What makes you say that, Daoist?"
"You came out yourself as soon as you heard my name. I imagine you must know me."
A smile still rested on his face.
"A gentleman changes neither his given name nor his surname."
"I am the genuine Sun Wukong. Why would I impersonate him?"
True Immortal Ruyi gave the golden hook in his hand a slight turn. The chill in his eyes did not fade.
"Do you know who I am?"
Wukong glanced at the golden hook in his hand, then looked up at the plaque of the Immortals-Gathering Convent.
"Your face is unfamiliar, Daoist. This is indeed our first meeting."
"Down at the foot of the mountain, I only heard that a True Immortal Ruyi lived on Mount Jieyang, guarding the Abortion Spring."
"I take it that would be you."
After hearing this, True Immortal Ruyi's fiery beard twitched twice.
"You do not know me, but do you know Princess Iron Fan and the Holy Infant Great King?"
Wukong raised his eyebrows.
"Of course. Could it be that you know them too, Daoist?"
The golden hook in True Immortal Ruyi's hand slowly rose.
"I am