Patriarch Bodhi personally helped Chen Xiang and Chen Xiaochan to their feet.
Though both were meeting this legendary mighty figure for the first time, the siblings behaved completely differently.
Chen Xiaochan stood with her hands folded before her and her chin slightly tucked, perfectly well behaved.
Chen Xiang was another story.
He was born restless. He had been standing for less than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea before he began shifting from foot to foot, his big eyes roving over Patriarch Bodhi's Daoist robe.
He held himself back for only a moment.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Chen Xiang edged half a step forward and tilted his little face up toward Patriarch Bodhi. "Patriarch, could you teach me a divine ability?"
"Xiang'er, don't be rude!" Yang Chan quickly rubbed the boy's twin topknots. Her movement looked swift, but her touch was exceedingly gentle, and there was not even a spark of anger in her voice.
Patriarch Bodhi did not mind either.
The old immortal had lived far too long. What sort of troublemaker had he not seen?
The monkey who had sprung from a stone all those years ago had been a hundred times more rambunctious than this child.
"Oh?" Patriarch Bodhi stroked his beard and smiled, turning to give Sun Wukong a meaningful glance. "Could it be that you, his master, haven't taught this child any divine abilities or spells?"
For once, Sun Wukong scratched his cheek, looking rather embarrassed.
It really was not that he was holding anything back.
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven cherished his first two disciples like precious treasures.
The problem was that Chen Xiang and Chen Xiaochan's aptitude was simply too extraordinary.
For ordinary incantations and spells, Sun Wukong needed only to recite them once. One