The vertical eye between Yang Jian's brows opened, and golden light swept down over the Yang Family's mansion.
Inside the bedchamber, all was quiet.
On the bed, Yang Chan lay on her side beneath a thin blanket, her breathing long and even.
Along the outer courtyard walls.
Squads of Grass-Headed Gods patrolled back and forth in orderly fashion. Everything seemed perfectly normal.
Yang Jian withdrew the gaze of his Heavenly Eye, but his brow did not relax. Instead, his doubts only deepened.
It was too quiet.
Besides, Sun Wukong never rose early unless there was something in it for him. Back on the pilgrimage, he had even rolled on the ground and played the scoundrel to borrow the Banana Leaf Fan. Now that he was the Victorious Fighting Buddha, why had he come all the way to Guanjiangkou instead of staying at Thunderclap Monastery? It was highly unusual!
There had to be a reason.
Across from him, Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes darted around. The Great Sage was silently counting off the time on his fingers.
One stick of incense, two sticks, three sticks.
Time was up.
The magic power in the hair he had lent out should have run dry.
With that lad Chen Qingquan's quick wits and three sticks of incense worth of cover, he had probably fled long ago.
All set!
His future final disciple was safe.
Sun Wukong immediately grinned and cupped his hands toward Yang Jian. "Ah, Brother Yang, that was a fine bout today! Let's leave our discussion of the Dao here for now. Another day, another day, Old Sun will come calling again to seek your guidance!"
With that, the Great Sage turned to leave.
Yang Jian did not stop him. He had no interest whatsoever in tangling with the monkey. Since his