Countless voices rang out at once.
A sudden wind rose below the long staircase.
The demoness slowly floated upward, stopping directly beneath the gray sun, its gray light spilling over her from behind.
Seen from afar.
Above her head was the gray sun.
Beneath her feet was a densely packed sea of people.
Wukong looked at her and suddenly smiled.
"Look at you, making such a huge fuss."
He slung the Golden Cudgel over his shoulder and glanced at True Immortal Ruyi inside the great hall.
"And all you want is him?"
The demoness lowered her head.
She glanced at Xuanzang first.
Then turned to Wukong.
"I have now witnessed the Holy Monk's power."
The corners of her lips lifted slightly.
"If I wanted the Holy Monk, you certainly wouldn't hand him over."
"You might even fight me to the death."
She raised a hand to cover her lips and gave a soft laugh.
"So I can only settle for second best."
The demoness's finger passed over Xuanzang.
And pointed at the red figure beneath the golden pillar.
"I want that faithless lover."
Wukong's smile vanished, and he narrowed his eyes as he asked:
"A faithless lover?"
"A moment ago, every word out of your mouth was romance or dreams."
"Now you want a man."
"This dream of yours is quite the lively affair."
The demoness chuckled softly at his words.
Rather than answer Wukong, she turned her gaze to Xuanzang.
"Holy Monk, on your journey west, you must have seen plenty of people suffering, haven't you?"
Xuanzang raised his eyes to her without answering.
The demoness smiled faintly.
"When someone takes a blade and their blood spills across the ground, others know they're in pain."
"When demons kill someone and leave their bones behind, those who come later know