When Xi Zhao slowly woke up, he discovered that he was not dead. Rubbing his still aching head, Xi Zhao struggled to look around. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Sun Wukong sitting leisurely to one side. Xi Zhao was momentarily at a loss for words; he should have been killed by the Domain Lord of the Netherworld World. Could it be that not only had he died, but Sun Wukong had perished as well?
But since he was already a soul in the Netherworld World, if he had died again, shouldn't his soul be scattered to the winds? How could he still feel his soul? Since he could sense his soul, that meant he had not died!
Feeling again, he found it to be true. "Monkey, what are you laughing at?" Xi Zhao, initially surprised, couldn't help but feel puzzled when he saw the grin on Sun Wukong's face.