"Do you have that feeling too? I thought it was just my illusion,"
"What? You sensed it too?"
"The Power of Wind and Thunder within this pool has diminished so severely, who wouldn't notice!"
"Strange, what exactly is going on?"
By the side of the Wind Thunder Pond, the strong members of the Golden Winged Great Roc Clan engaged in a flurry of discussions, each one gaping at the pond, yet they could not discern anything. The Wind Thunder Pond was simply too vast, and with their eyesight, they could not see the scene of Wukong cultivating at the very center.
"Pengyu, this must be another masterpiece of your Great Saint boss! This Great Saint really knows how to stir things up!"
The Great Elder couldn't help but wryly smile and shake his head. It seemed like Wukong was planning to drain all the Power of Wind and Thunder from the pond; wasn't that a bit too exaggerated?
"Uh, this..."