The Dragon Clan is wealthy anyway, it's no big deal for the Ancestral Dragon to bleed a little.
"Let's go down and sit."
Sun Wukong said.
He was not polite, acting like he owned the place.
As he mentioned, the Bodhisattva Guanyin was his good friend, so there was no need for formality here.
The Ancestral Dragon nodded, not refusing.
The Bodhisattva Guanyin was also a formidable power in heaven and earth, having comprehended her own Buddhist Law; now her strength had advanced leaps and bounds and she was about to reach Sub-Paramount.
A strong figure like her was worth befriending.
Moreover, his own descendant was the disciple of the Bodhisattva Guanyin, so both emotionally and logically, he had to go down and sit for a while.
Furthermore, he had not intervened earlier, which had clearly made Sun Wukong somewhat displeased.
If he didn't explain, Sun Wukong's perception of him might turn sour.
Although Sun Wukong's feelings towards him were already far from favorable.
