"Brother."
In the morning, Ao Luan stepped into Shuilian Cave: "A little demon saw that Lingshan has flown towards the north."
"I know."
Sun Wukong nodded; he had received the message from the land god.
He stood up: "The wind has been blowing for a month; it's time we can move now."
Sun Wukong turned to look at Emperor Donghua: "Emperor, how many Independent Immortals and Taoists have left the Western Continent?"
Emperor Donghua replied with a number through his eyes.
"So few?"
Sun Wukong's brows slightly furrowed. It seemed that the wind needed to blow a bit longer.
"Brother, should we immediately announce the takeover of the Western Continent?"
Ao Luan asked.
The matter of Sun Wukong taking over the Western Continent had already become certain, and most cultivators were aware of it, but he couldn't claim to be the true Heavenly Venerate of the place until it was officially declared.
"No hurry."
