When he heard these seemingly meaningless words of teasing, that cultivator whose hands were like iron, his will sturdy like steel, Li Wu’s soul force supply was suddenly completely cut off, to the extent where he didn’t even look at Nangong Weiyang’s flying sword, only looking in the direction where the voice came from.

Sixteen years ago, Principal Zhang who helped Yunqin’s late emperor establish the massive Yunqin Empire was still in Green Luan Academy. Even though almost no one in the academy knew what he was doing normally, at that time, some of the outstanding students who had just entered the academy still had a chance to meet this most glorious great person.

When some outstanding students occasionally did some things that overstepped the bounds of what was proper, or made some interesting hiccups, he might just appear, shake his head and say with a sigh, “Wukong… you are being mischievous again.”[1]

In this world, apart from Lin Xi, perhaps no one else would understand ‘Thunder is rumbling, it’s raining’, and ‘Wukong… you are being mischievous again’, the meaning behind these words.

No one knew who the Wukong he spoke of was… they only remembered this...