"You seem to have a good relationship with the Primordial Qilin," Wukong spoke. "It's entirely different from what I expected. I never thought that the Ancestral Dragon would actually come to the rescue of the Primordial Qilin. I even assumed that you'd prefer to see the Qilin killed."
The Ancestral Dragon gave a wry smile and said, "Wukong, I know you must be dissatisfied with what I did just now, but all I can tell you is that I simply don't want to see the number of old friends from the Primordial era dwindling. Do you believe me?"
"Oh, I understand now. Thanks for your help earlier," Wukong replied, smiling faintly as he thanked the Ancestral Dragon.
The Ancestral Dragon knew that Wukong didn't believe his words.
He took a deep breath, cupped his hands toward Wukong, and turned to leave.
Watching the Ancestral Dragon's departing figure, Fan Yao couldn't help but say, "Great Saint, that Ancestral Dragon isn't very reliable."
