"Where is the Local Deity!?"
Following Jiang Liu's command, Sun Wukong stamped his foot and shouted a sentence.
With his words, the Divine Skills of the Soul-Subduing Art were displayed, and soon, the ground cracked open, and the Local Deity of Wowo Village emerged.
"Greetings to all!" Making a circle with his bent waist in salute, the Local Deity appeared extremely humble.
"Local Deity, Old Sun would ask you, what's the deal with the drought in Wowo Village? How are you fulfilling your duties as the Local Deity?" Right from the start, Sun Wukong spoke in a tone of pressure, addressing the Local Deity.
"Great Sage, I am wronged, the drought in Wowo Village has nothing to do with me. As the Local Deity of this place, of course, I wish for favorable winds and timely rain!" Hearing Sun Wukong's words, the Local Deity hastily cried out in protest.