Yang Jian, Nezha, and Ao Bing all looked at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong was taken aback, tossed aside a banana peel in his hand, rolled his eyes, and said irritably, "Why are you looking at me? Although I, old Sun, am the Fighting Saint Buddha, I'm not on the same path as them.
I haven't even visited the Spiritual Mountain a few times, and I don't see eye to eye with them."
"Sigh~" The three of them sighed together; such is the great momentum of Heaven and Earth! When the momentum is set, everything assists it.
"Not good, not good~" A small child wearing armor ran in from outside, shouting while running, startling the surrounding Heavenly Soldiers and guards into scrambling aside.
The small boy ran into the backyard, anxiously shouting, "Not good! Not good!"
"Chenxiang, be quiet; we're all here! Everything's just fine."
