Shuilian Cave, Ao Moang paid his respects to Sun Wukong.
"West Sea Crown Prince Moang, greeting the Monkey King."
"Are you Ao Moang?"
Sun Wukong sized up Ao Moang.
He had seen this name in the Heavenly Book, the Crown Prince of the West Sea Dragon King, a man of loyalty and courage, unswervingly righteous, wielding a three-edged mace, remarkably skilled in martial arts.
Sun Wukong looked at Ao Luan, wondering why she had brought this West Sea Crown Prince here.
"Brother."
Ao Luan said softly, "Prince Moang is a distinguished member of the Dragon Clan, of noble status, I hope you can personally teach him."
Sun Wukong frowned slightly: "What does he want to learn from me?"
"The same as me."
Ao Luan replied.
The same as her, that would be the art of governance.
Sun Wukong thought for a moment and then said to Ao Moang: "I don't have time to teach others."
With these words, Ao Moang's expression changed.