"Wukong? Is that you, Wukong? Where are you?"
Hearing Sun Wukong's telepathic message, Nezha was taken aback. He looked all around but saw no trace of Sun Wukong, so he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, surprised.
"I, Old Sun, am on your shoulder!"
Sun Wukong said.
Nezha glanced over and only then did he notice a small flying insect on his shoulder armor. He couldn't help but express his admiration, "Wukong, your transformation skills are truly transcendental. I didn't notice you at all!"
The transformation abilities of ordinary immortals and gods either resemble the spirit but not the form, or the form but not the spirit. Even if someone managed both, they would still have some aura revealing their presence. But Sun Wukong, who had transformed into a tiny insect and perched on one's body without being detected, was truly the first!
"Nezha, don't clash head-on with that Taotie. He's too much when he's enraged, and you're not his match. Besides, there's no need!"