"Holy moly, Bao'er, yelling that loudly all of a sudden gave me quite the scare!"
Zhang Chulan clutched his chest, "What have you figured out?"
"You're a transmigrator, aren't you?" Feng Baobao stared with wide eyes, confidently asserting, "Only transmigrators would know the plot of Journey to the West."
An unforeseen possibility. Zhang Chulan was astonished. Could it really be a fellow villager?
"No, don't overcomplicate things. For Sun, traveling to other worlds is merely trivial." Sun Wukong shook his head.
"That's true, haha." Zhang Chulan laughed heartily. What did it matter whether or not he was a transmigrator? As long as he could become powerful, that was all that mattered.
Timid and cautious, like walking on thin ice.
He never wanted to experience that again.
If he could be as dominant as Long Aotian, pushing through everything in his path, why would he bother with the petty details?
