The little monkey was filled with righteous indignation, striving to prove the authenticity of his identity, yet he did not notice the fleeting joy in Chen Xiang and his companion's eyes.
It was just like reaching a dead end only to find a hidden village beyond the willows and blooms. Just when Chen Xiang was about to give up hope, the heavens unexpectedly delivered a monkey spirit from Huaguo Mountain right before his eyes.
Chen Xiang always felt that there was some divine will at play, but he kept his face expressionless. Instead, he furrowed his brow and asked, "How could a monkey from Huaguo Mountain be here?"
"Exactly, it couldn't be a lie, could it?" Cui Heming, who was standing next to him, chimed in. The two of them worked together to pry the bottom line out of the little monkey.
