C1627

As Sun Wukong's imagination was running wild, Lao-tze, who was sitting in front of the Eight Trigrams Stove, seemed to have noticed something and a smile appeared on his face.

With a wave of the horsetail whisk in his hand, a stream of light flew out from Lao-tze's hand and struck the Eight Trigrams Stove, knocking the lid of the furnace to the side