Winter Melon's face was ashen. If she fell into the hands of the Heavenly Derivation Sect and the Great Dao Sect, things probably wouldn't be much better.
Yet however unwilling she was, she could only follow close behind Wukong now.
The two did not race along, but flew at low altitude at a fairly modest speed. Perhaps Wukong also intended to conceal their tracks.
Winter Melon was pondering how to speak when, a moment later, she noticed a scattering of fine white drifting down. She raised her head and saw snowflakes slowly falling.
Along with the little snowflakes came the boundless white drifting into the distance.
Only when she looked out did she realize that a whole stretch of trees in the distance had withered.
For a moment, Winter Melon was dazed. Was it winter already?
Time passed so quickly. It felt as though another year was gone before there was time to do anything.
Noticing something unusual about Winter Melon, Wukong glanced sideways at her.
Roused by his gaze, Winter Melon came back to herself. Perhaps the snow had chilled her, for her heart gradually grew cold through and through as well. No longer caring about speaking tactfully to leave herself an opening, she simply said coldly:
"We're already in the Central Province Realm. If you're sending me to my death, shouldn't you at least tell me what's really going on?"
"You always think too ill of me." Wukong's expression remained calm and unruffled. "If I wanted to send you to your death, I wouldn't have needed to stop that person back then. You would have died naturally."
"At the very least, my hundred years of studying Buddhist teachings weren't for nothing. Nor do I have to send you to your death."
Winter Melon sneered. "You put on a