A frown creased Sun Wukong's brow, suspicion taking root in his heart. Why did everything seem increasingly amiss?
What was that thing in the goddess's hands that looked so familiar?
With intense focus, Sun Wukong peered closely and noticed two large characters on the cover of the booklet.
His eyes widened, and he couldn't help but blurt out.
"Ha! You scoundrel! How dare you steal my master's recipe book!!"
No sooner had these words been uttered than the atmosphere in the grand hall turned eerily peculiar.
Xuan Feng's mouth hung open, staring dumbfounded at Sun Wukong. How could this monkey be so bold?
She had warned countless times not to offend the goddess, and yet, with his first words, he struck her with a whammy.
You scoundrel...
To describe a saint in such terms, this monkey could probably be hailed as the first in the Three Realms!
Moreover, he dared to look directly at the goddess—it was outrageously bold!
Is a saint's visage something to be gazed upon?