Ji Quanzhen coldly said, "What have you done to me?"
Sun Wukong did not answer Ji Quanzhen but instead said, "Let's make a trade."
"Trade with a demon?" Ji Quanzhen sneered repeatedly, "This monkey in these long years, his mentality has been completely twisted, his divine soul ravaged by darkness, not to mention his inherently cruel nature, killing countless beings, even wiping out innumerable human race lives with a wave of his hand, I can smell the blood on him from afar."
Sun Wukong: "That was ages ago, after so long, your bodies are already different from the innate human race, is it worth getting this worked up? They're entirely two different groups!"
He let out a strange laugh, fangs shimmering, looking exceptionally ferocious.
"Two different groups." Ji Quanzhen's expression was icy, "What have you done to me?"
Sun Wukong said, "Just to survive, I did a little trick."
