It had been ages since we last talked about Sun Wukong, so let's talk about him today.
After setting the tone and making his arrangements, Chen Wei mounted a cloud and flew straight toward Spirit Mountain.
Of course, before leaving, he sent Yang Chan a voice transmission.
The prickly immortal maiden was probably still angry. She sent no reply, but the Voice Transmission Jade Talisman flashed, which counted as an acknowledgment.
Chen Wei's mind settled, and he put romance aside for the time being.
In theory, he felt confident about this assignment. Nothing else was needed: he had dealt with Sun Wukong several times, and the monkey was even going to be his future child's master. With that connection, he had at least a ninety-eight percent chance of persuading the Great Sage to come out and act as a mediator.
But that remaining two percent still worried him.
The Heavenly Court's Case Files recorded every grudge from the Journey to the West in painstaking detail. Sun Wukong's relationship with the Bull Demon King had long since fallen to pieces.
No matter who broached the subject, they would be treading on forbidden ground.
Chen Wei worked out his wording along the way. His cloud soon reached Spirit Mountain, and he landed in Pure Heart Temple with practiced ease.
Before he had even found his footing, Sun Wukong called out, "Old Sun was wondering who it was! Turns out it's you, little Immortal Official. Instead of working at the Heavenly Court today, you've come running to Pure Heart Temple. I reckon you're up to no good again!"
Exposed to his face, Chen Wei felt no embarrassment whatsoever.
A thick skin was a basic skill for getting by in the Heavenly Court.
"Great Sage!" Chen Wei looked up, his face wreathed in smiles.