The Nine-Headed Wyrm paused, as if suddenly understanding something. After a moment, he gave a bitter, slightly disdainful smile: "Is all this really necessary? I've never gone back on my word."
Monkey raised his eyebrows slightly and replied with a blank expression, "A little caution never hurts."
The Nine-Headed Wyrm frowned suddenly and fixed his gaze on Monkey. "You're right, it's not a bad thing. You are the strangest demon king I've ever met. But doesn't living this way exhaust you?"
"Exhausting or not, there's no choice. We have to live, don't we?" Monkey replied calmly, meeting his gaze.
Their eyes met for a long moment. Finally, the Nine-Headed Wyrm sighed. "The more I see of you, the less I like you."
"Demon kings were never meant to be liked," Monkey replied expressionlessly.
Glancing at the Peach of Immortality on the tray, the Nine-Headed Wyrm bared his teeth and said, "Honestly, I may not like you, but as a demon king, you're truly competent. Far more than I expected. Rest assured, I won't go back on my word. But since you want to see my father-in-law, let's go now."
Monkey nodded slightly. "Lead the way."
Turning around, the Nine-Headed Wyrm transformed into a streak of black light and shot westward. Monkey immediately summoned the Cloud Vault and followed in an instant.
In flight, the Nine-Headed Wyrm relied on his innate gifts; his speed was rarely matched in all the world. Monkey, meanwhile, rode the Cloud Vault.