Chapter 517

His back was bent, and blood trickled from where he bit his lip.

Yet despite this, the person behind Sun Wukong still did not appear, causing Buddha to shake his head in disappointment—had his earlier assumption been wrong?

"Great Lord of the Group, if you don't come soon, I can't hold on anymore!" Sun Wukong roared.

"Someone…" Buddha's eyes lit up.

"Wukong, don't rush." A laugh drifted from somewhere, causing Buddha to freeze in shock—he had sensed nothing there at all.

How had someone suddenly appeared there?

Under Buddha's gaze, a young man clad in a Daoist robe appeared there.

Or rather, the Daoist youth had been there all along.

Buddha simply had never noticed him.

Could he be a Saint?

The thought of a Saint arose in Buddha's mind.