Seeing Sun Wukong's pleading expression, Ying Zheng and Zhao Feng exchanged glances and smiled.
That smile carried a sense of everything being under control for what was to come.
Then.
Ying Zheng restrained his smile, his expression turning solemn and serious, his voice carrying an undeniable authority as he spoke: "Do you know who controls the East Sea now?"
The words began.
Echoing in the slightly spacious hall, seemingly carrying an invisible pressure.
"Your Majesty, I, Old Sun, have always been serving in Heaven, seldom coming down to the mortal world."
Sun Wukong scratched the fur on his head, his eyes rolling with some confusion, scratching his head as he spoke.
"Has something happened to the East Sea?"
Sun Wukong's eyes were full of curiosity.
But then he saw the smiles of Ying Zheng and Zhao Feng.
"Could it be... could it be that it was taken by Qin?"
