Seeing his ambition, Fan Yao couldn't help but laugh and cry.
The Great Saint was indeed confident, but he was nothing more than a white among the whites at his current level.
Not to mention defeating the Queen Mother of the West, he probably didn't even understand what was going on himself.
That night, neither of them could sleep.
Of course, don't get the wrong idea, it was mainly a series of questions and answers.
Sun Wukong learned many things he hadn't known before, while Fan Yao satisfied her curiosity.
As for the kiss Sun Wukong had planted on her cheek, she might as well consider it a dream,
after all, she knew her place, the gap between her and Sun Wukong was too wide.
Fan Yao would certainly not think about things that she shouldn't.
The next day, the Ancestral Qilin appeared in the world, but unexpectedly, he was not as overbearing as before, smiling and apologizing to the Ancestral Dragon.
