Fahai was originally in closed-door cultivation when he sensed all of this happening, and he looked outward.
"Was I wrong? The Great Saint can calmly accept all of this, while I must contend against it?"
Fahai said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing brightly, perspiration appearing on his forehead.
He was attempting to "slay his Heart Demons," but he couldn't cut them out.
Instead, because of trying to cut out his "Heart Demons," some impressions became even deeper.
The image of that silhouette grew clearer and clearer in his heart.
This made Fahai increasingly anxious, feeling immense pressure.
Sun Wukong glanced back, sensing Fahai's state.
He couldn't help but laugh, saying, "This little monk is really interesting, actually trying to slay his beloved as a Heart Demon. Emotional ties aren't so easily severed."
