Although Sun Wukong did not know the identity of the other party, from the other's address and that hint of Dao Rhyme, Sun Wukong immediately had some guesses.
His face did not look good. He took a step forward, coming right in front of the other person.
They sized each other up without alarming anyone.
"Junior disciple Sun Juekong, meet senior brother."
The young man spoke, a trace of a smile in his eyes,
He was called Sun Juekong. Sun Wukong stared at him, his gaze turning colder.
"You are also Haotian's disciple? Already reaching the Jue generation. It seems he has trained quite a few disciples over the years."
Sun Juekong smiled slightly, "Senior brother, you should address him as master, not call his name directly."
Sun Wukong sneered, staring at Sun Juekong with a fierce light in his eyes.
"Old Sun doesn't have time for your nonsense. Since you're here, there's no need to leave. Old Sun will send you on your way."
