Under the observation of Zhao Feng and his son.
They temporarily made no move to intervene.
The Stone Monkey stood on the raft, facing the incoming sea wind, feeling the surging waves beneath him, his eyes filled with longing and anticipation for the unknown journey.
"Opportunity for cultivation."
"And the senior."
"I must not give up."
"Senior, I am sure I can see him again," the Stone Monkey thought excitedly, rowing vigorously with the oar in his hands. The splashing water wet his fur, but he was oblivious to it, with only one thought in mind: to find Zhao Feng, cultivate Martial Arts, gain great strength, achieve longevity, and protect his tribe.
In the shadows.
Samantabhadra concealed himself in the void, his gaze firmly fixed on the Stone Monkey, showing a slight, imperceptible expression of triumph.
"Everything is under the monk's control."
