The Golden Cicada wasn't angry and said, "Wukong, have you forgotten that I taught you to be kind when communicating with others?"
"This is not the attitude you should have when speaking to your master."
His face always carried a faint smile.
He seemed kind and compassionate, like a revered elder.
But Sun Wukong could hear a hint of mockery in his tone.
"Stop flattering yourself; you're not fit to be my master."
Sun Wukong exuded dominance, even if facing a Buddha whose scriptures spread across the seas and disciples numbered countless.
Yet Sun Wukong responded with just three words: unworthy.
This was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the revealer of Heaven and Underworld.
Unbridled and rebellious.
Just like the old days!
"Hehe..."
Perhaps due to his elevated status, the Golden Cicada appeared exceptionally indifferent, facing Sun Wukong's repeated disrespect without anger, merely smiling sardonically:
"Even if this humble monk is unworthy."
"But what of it?"
