At those words, Chen Wei wondered what rare treasure Sun Wukong intended to give him.
The Great Sage never loosed his hawk before seeing the hare. Since he had opened his golden mouth, the treasure surely had to be something extraordinary.
Suddenly.
A streak of rosy light lit up the horizon.
Chen Wei looked up and saw a Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud cut across the heavens and drift down beneath the Bodhi Tree.
The cloud shimmered with flowing colors and countless auspicious rays, a true rarity in the Three Realms.
Sun Wukong patted the cloud and pushed it toward Chen Wei, smiling. "Boy, you once solemnly promised the Third Holy Mother you would ride a Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud to marry her. How could you go back on your word?"
"Great Sage..." Chen Wei stood frozen, unable to squeeze out a complete sentence for a long while.
In truth, he had always kept that promise in his heart.
But the Heavenly Court had endless petty affairs, and between maneuvering among its various factions, he had pushed the matter to the back of his mind.
Who could have imagined that the Great Sage had secretly remembered it and actually brought him the treasure?
Sun Wukong strolled leisurely to Chen Wei's side. Just as they passed each other, the Great Sage stopped. "Riding a Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud to marry the girl you love most-the grandest spectacle in the Three Realms, and today, you get to enjoy it all."
Chen Wei's eyes grew warm, his nose stinging. "This humble official..."
"Enough!" Sun Wukong could never stand sentimental fussing. He waved a broad hand. "Quit dithering and get back there to prepare!"
"Yes!"
Chen Wei stopped standing on ceremony. He cupped his hands and bowed, then swept the Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud into his broad sleeve.