"Young Master, this fellow is no good, be extremely cautious."
A black-robed supreme spoke, his strength formidable.
He wielded a strange treasure, observing the Wood God's expression.
The young man revealed a cold and contemptuous smile, and said indifferently: "I know very well what kind of person this Wood God is, so I've been prepared for a long time. Don't worry, he'll gain no advantage from me."
Upon hearing the young man's words, a trace of admiration flickered in the black-robed man's eyes.
Clearly, he trusted the young man's words completely.
Since the young man said the Wood God wouldn't gain any advantage from him, it meant, as the Young Master mentioned, that the Wood God couldn't threaten the Young Master.
The Young Master's words were undoubtedly correct.
"Young Master, what about Sun Wukong and the others?"
The black-robed man inquired.
Two or three supremes had already perished at Sun Wukong's hands.
