Inside the thatched cottage, three beings powerful enough to move mountains and seas and shake the earth with the wave of a hand faced each other silently for a moment.
Wu Kong glanced at the Devil Immortal Pill by his feet, his fingers twitched slightly, restraining himself from picking it up. This subtle action brought the Fox Fairy back to her senses, and she quickly darted out and snatched it back into her mouth.
Her eyes filled with doubt, her voice carried an uncontrollable disbelief, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"He's so young, not even nine hundred years old yet, right? How could he become a Saint? Immortal Land is but a breath of a Saint, could it be that the Heavenly Emperor is so extraordinary that he can create a Saint in one breath?"
That was the expected reaction.
Wu Kong, satisfied, smilingly countered, "Why couldn't it be his own natural talent? Were there any Immortals before Qingcang who achieved it in eight hundred years?"
