"Damn it, if I could get the essence of that long snake beast, I could break through too!"
"Exactly, this guy just got lucky, what's the big deal?"
"The Blue Spirit Mercenary Group tearing faces apart for a mere Yuan Emperor kid, that's just silly!"
Can't have the grapes? Then say the grapes are sour. This is a common fault of people, or rather, scoundrels. Clearly, there are quite a few scoundrels among those following the Blue Spirit Mercenary Group.
Hearing Zhao Jun praise Sun Wukong for his rapid cultivation improvement, these people turned red-eyed one by one and started muttering dissatisfiedly.
Sun Wukong didn't mind at all, he had heard too many of such envious words before. If you're not envied, you're mediocre. He wasn't mediocre, so envy was normal. If all were praises, that would be strange.
