He glanced at Jin Chan and said, "Do you really think the Ancestral Dragon and I have a good relationship? I don't know what you're thinking, going to kill the Primordial Qilin with the Ancestral Dragon. Do you think you've lived long enough?"
"What do you mean?"
Jin Chan's heart stirred, not quite understanding Sun Wukong's meaning.
The Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the Primordial Qilin were not enemies of each other in the era of Primordial. They were competitors.
Each of them had slain countless members and offspring of the others. Between them, there should be a sea of hatred.
But from Sun Wukong's mouth, the Ancestral Dragon seemed unreliable, fundamentally unfit to join in the task of killing the Primordial Qilin.
"Have you sensed something?"
Jin Chan asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.
