In terms of talent, Qing Yuanzi was second to none.
He finished the book in just one week.
"He is talented indeed."
Sun Wukong said with some emotion after reading the book in Shuilian Cave.
"Let's get this book published right away!"
Houtu squirmed eagerly on Sun Wukong's body.
Sun Wukong nodded, then frowned, "Can you get off me?"
"It's more fun to read together."
Hanging from Sun Wukong's neck, Houtu looked up at Ao Luan.
Ao Luan had been holding back for several days and was getting a bit overwhelmed.
"Your Highness."
With a stern face, she said, "Please don't hang onto your brother all day long."
"Why?"
Houtu asked Ao Luan, "Is there something wrong with a mother holding her child?"
Ao Luan was stunned.
Mother?
She felt a little angry; this goddess always seemed to take advantage of her brother.
But upon reflection, Ao Luan realized that Sun Wukong was born from nature, with the earth being his mother.
