He paused deliberately, holding the staff horizontally before Orion, his golden eyes vibrant with pride and seriousness. "Naturally, you shall inherit my very own staff—Ruyi Jingu Bang."
Orion's breath caught sharply, his heart racing despite his best efforts to remain composed. He stared at the legendary weapon, his eyes flashing with disbelief.
Gathering himself quickly, he hesitated and said carefully, "Isn't this a bit… too simple? Your staff surely ranks among the most powerful artifacts, not merely in this Small Chiliocosm but across countless higher worlds."
Wukong burst into cheerful laughter, nodding approvingly. "Of course, for any other candidate, more arduous trials would await. But you are special, little one. You are the chosen heir of the Primordial Emperor himself. I trust that old ghost's judgment enough to entrust my legacy directly to you."
