A cloud of auspicious cloud dragged golden light, streaking across the sky like a comet, and landed on the snow mountain.
A golden fierce ape leaped out from the golden light, picked up the Jingu Bang, and was about to strike toward the Stone Pavilion, but before the staff could be wielded, a familiar intense pain transmitted from his head.
Immediately afterward, the golden light, like a tide, receded from the fierce ape's body, entering the golden hoop on his head and the iron rod in his hand. The fur, dyed by the golden light, turned pure white once more.
The fury of the fierce ape also quickly faded, and he soon regained his clarity, looking at the Stone Pavilion with a stern expression.
"What have you done to me?"
Wuzhiqi recalled his previous behavior, his pupils constricted, and his spine slightly arched like a great bow, ready to be unleashed.
