Nine Spirits Holy Yuan revealed all his plans for this visit.
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but give a dumbfounded smile, his face showing amusement.
"So, you came for that Yellow-Haired Lion. If you had said so earlier, wouldn't that have settled it?"
"So, you agree!" Nine Spirits Holy Yuan's face showed a hint of joy.
Looking at Nine Spirits Holy Yuan in such a state, Sun Wukong shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I can't agree, the Yellow-Haired Lion has already been slaughtered by us; we're just about to make a saddle for my master out of him. You're too late, truly sorry about that!"
"You're courting death!" Nine Spirits Holy Yuan instantly flew into a rage upon hearing this.
"I think it's you who's courting death! You'd better recognize the facts; I can take your life at any moment, so you better behave yourself, dear Old Sun."