And Yinghuo was one of them.
With such a father, he still felt very proud of himself.
"Hehe, idiot."
The Golden God didn't bother to speak with such an idiot.
Her gaze fell on the Primordial Empress, and she said indifferently, "Anyway, I've said what needed to be said, and you've agreed that you won't let Jie stir up trouble. If you can't control him and your precious son dies, don't blame anyone else. One more thing, I don't mind telling you that the Great Saint already planned to gather his forces to wipe you and your son out when he learned your son was going to challenge him."
"Afraid of him?"
Jie sneered, full of disdain.
He hadn't taken Sun Wukong seriously from the start.
Though he wasn't a match for Suiren just now, he believed in his mother's strength.
Together, mother and son could sweep across the lands.
The mere Heavenly Court was nothing to be concerned about.
"Silence."
The Primordial Empress reprimanded with a stern voice.
Instantly, Jie shut his mouth.
