"Captain, why did you receive another Ghost Script?" Beibei asked with concern as they entered the elevator.
"I must be working too hard." Reflecting on the hardships he had faced along the way, Yang Xiao felt he was entitled to say that.
There was a time when he had made a living as a writer of supernatural scripts, but life is tough and one cannot always control one's destiny in the world of martial arts.
"By the way, help me look up someone, a young monk named Wukong. He has attractive peach-blossom eyes, an ethereal demeanor, and a somewhat odd personality. I'll send you his portrait later."
"Is this someone you encountered during your mission?" Beibei asked.
"Yes, there is also someone named Tu Jingzhe, but I only have the name, and only know that he is associated with Monk Wukong," Yang Xiao explained.
Just as he finished speaking, the elevator doors opened and several people quickly approached carrying a stretcher, "Wait, please wait a moment!"