The monkey suddenly stopped at this point, glanced at Yang Ye, and then turned around with the intent to leave. However, he’d just turned around when he stopped again, and then he gazed at the wooden sword in Yang Ye’s grasp.

Yang Ye’s eyelids twitched, “Brother Monkey, you want my sword too?”

A wisp of ridicule flashed through the monkey’s face, and then he pressed his thumb and index fingers together. The golden rod instantly appeared in his grasp, and then he ...