"Sun Wukong, he's not dead yet?"
The young girl looked towards the sea, and in those dark, endless depths, a firelight was rising.
"How could that be."
The young girl showed surprise; she had clearly seen Sun Wukong burn to exhaustion, so how could there still be a firelight?
She continued to look, and the firelight gradually ascended. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be two weapons.
A Golden Stick and a fan, intertwined and emanating light.
A voice resounded amidst the light.
"Nuwa, hand over the chess piece to me."
The voice spoke.
Another dazzling light bloomed in the sea, slowly taking shape.
It turned out to be a glowing chess piece.
The young girl furrowed her brows, watching this scene.
Nuwa's chess piece had been awakened.
Even if Nuwa had left it to Sun Wukong, that was after all a Saint's chess piece. How could Sun Wukong awaken it?
Truly miraculous!
"Why did I lose?"
Nuwa's voice came from the chess piece.
