Yan Chuan was filled with curiosity.
But now was not the time to be curious about the Master's experiences—
"Old Yan!"
"How long do you plan to carry me?"
...
"Sorry."
Yan Chuan withdrew his thoughts and put down the 'Iron-Armed Monkey King' in his hand, hesitantly saying, "Old Wang?"
"Hey!"
The Iron-Armed Monkey King responded in a deep voice.
Yan Chuan's heart sank: "It really is you!"
In this world, besides Wang Zhengyi, there was no one else who called him 'Old Yan'. But no matter how hard Yan Chuan thought, he couldn't imagine: "How did you become a monkey?"
He remembered that before he left, Wang Zhengyi, with the 'Tan Valley Team', was eliminated in the last two rounds of the 'Mo Yin Continent's Royal City Competition', didn't make it out, and then, after the setback, he didn't even return to Guangling City, focusing entirely on cultivating, hoping to prove his Dao soon.
Just a moment ago, he said he wanted to prove his Dao in Tan Valley Royal City.
