As the light on Yang Jian's forehead illuminated, the large oil flame resembling a rain of fire across the sky was suddenly fixed in mid-air by that light, looking more like stars filling the sky, beautiful yet dangerous. Sun Wukong looked at the countless imprisoned fire hands and clicked his tongue, "You hid this quite deeply, didn't you? If the Jade Emperor knew you possessed such cultivation, do you think he might ask you to return?"
Sun Wukong stood by, entirely enjoying the spectacle, as Yang Jian glanced at him and unexpectedly turned to leave. Sun Wukong hurriedly exclaimed, "Hey, hey, don't leave, I won't say anymore, go ahead and fight." Only then did Yang Jian glance back at Sun Wukong once more, before shaking the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword in his hand, gradually extinguishing the countless suspended flames.
