Great Immortal Zhenyuan chuckled after hearing Sun Wukong's attempt to excuse Chen Xiang.
"Ha ha!"
Sun Wukong's eyes darted about. Far from feeling relieved, his heart gave a jolt.
This is bad.
He had dealt with this elder brother of his for centuries and knew him inside out.
His elder brother usually appeared serene and detached, but he was actually terribly petty and valued his dignity more than the heavens themselves. If he had flown into a rage and cursed a few times on the spot, a few soothing words would have settled the matter.
If he stroked his beard and laughed like this, it meant he had already marked down the grudge.
Sure enough.
Great Immortal Zhenyuan stopped laughing, his expression returning to a gentleness as still as an ancient well.
"Wukong."
"This child is eloquent, and he certainly has promise. You wish to ask for a Ginseng Fruit to grant him Soul Stabilization. Given our brotherhood, that should be no great matter. But you know the rules of Wuzhuang Temple."
"He may have the fruit, but he and his father must pass three tests of mine."
"What do you think, younger brother?"
Sun Wukong gave a couple of dry chuckles, thinking that his elder brother had indeed held a grudge.
But what could he say?
He could only blame Chen Xiang for speaking without restraint. The boy would have to be disciplined later.
"Of course!" Sun Wukong agreed without the slightest hesitation. "Having you set the rules is a blessing for this boy, elder brother! Test him! Test him however you like!"
He had no other options now.
He could only pray silently that Chen Wei would be quick-witted enough.
Seeing the monkey agree so readily, Great Immortal Zhenyuan's smile grew gentler. "Wukong, since your little disciple has