The Celestial Realm.
"Yang Jian! Fellow Daoist Yang Jian! Wait up!"
The Monkey wore a solemn expression, striding forward with the Ruyi Dog-Beating Stick in hand.
"Sun Wukong? You want to drink again? I'm not drinking today..."
Yang Jian rolled his eyes. He'd clearly had enough of this monkey's antics and immediately refused.
"I have important business today, I can't drink with you..."
"This isn't about drinking!"
Sun Wukong slammed his Dog-Beating Stick hard onto the ground. A sliver of the Dao Fruit Great Artifact's power was unleashed, causing this patch of the Celestial Vault to tremble violently. Many of the Immortal Gods stumbled, unable to keep their footing.
Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, his gaze darkening.
"Monkey, has something happened?"
He was a little confused. This Journey to the West was different from the last. The post this monkey had received wasn't the rankless Horse Groom, but a genuine Seventh Grade Traveling General under the Celestial Duke.
