On the Flying Boat, Du Youqian kept an eye on Little Wukong's movements.
Little Wukong was quiet, seemingly lost in thought.
"I killed that leopard. How do you feel about it?"
Du Youqian asked.
He had intentionally brought Little Wukong along to slay demons.
If Little Wukong was to be his constant companion, such incidents would be unavoidable.
As a member of the Human Race, it was only natural for him to slay demons and devils... 'Wait a minute, I think *I* am a devil. In that case, I'll skip the devils.'
Slaying demons, however, was still necessary.
Rather than suddenly letting Little Wukong witness him massacring the Demon Race in the future, it was better to take it slow and see if the monkey could gradually accept it.
After he asked the question, Little Wukong gave him a strange look. It chittered and gestured, its meaning clear: 'Why should I feel anything about you killing a leopard?'
"Because that leopard was a demon, a Tier Three Demon King."
