The face formed from the converging air currents appeared rather serene, but it was gazing at Sun Wukong.
Wumie, in his schemes for the Honghuang, had some understanding of the Chaos Martial Ancestor.
Moreover, he was very clear that it was the Chaos Martial Ancestor who had led to the failure of his plans and had even set a trap for him, causing him to fall into it and lose his essence in the end.
He harbored resentment towards the Chaos Martial Ancestor in his heart.
Yet he accepted his defeat.
He had underestimated the Chaos Martial Ancestor before, being too arrogant!
"Friend Wumie, thank you for your gift to the Honghuang!" Sun Wukong said lightly.
Wumie did not get angry, "In the grand contest of the Dao, there are wins and losses; it is impossible to have smooth sailing all the time. This round, Honghuang has won, but the winner in the next round is still uncertain."
After saying this, without waiting for Sun Wukong to make a move, Wumie's face dissipated rapidly.
