Under the ginseng fruit tree in Wuzhuang Temple, Sun Wukong stared at the broken chain marks on the ground - those were not left by Zhen Yuanzi, but the sealing runes of Jie Jiao's Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. Qingfeng Mingyue sneered: "This monkey knows the goods. This tree was planted with the spine of Ventilation Great Sage (the Macaque King) among your seven sages, mixed with iron filings from Yuan Hong's Dinghai Divine Needle."
Zhu Bajie muttered urging, and Sha Monk looked at his senior brother silently. For the first time, Sun Wukong felt that the headache was not the golden hoop, but something about to break out of the ground.
