Sun Wu Kong stared blankly at his master, then at the pavilion. It felt as though a nest of bees had been stuffed into his head, buzzing as those few words echoed over and over: "A thousand years... east side of the pavilion... tumble to the west side..."
Only after a long while did he slowly raise a paw, pointing first at the pavilion and then at his own nose. His voice was dry, filled with profound doubt and absurdity.
"Master... you mean... if I use this Somersault Cloud inside that pavilion... I'll have to keep doing somersaults for a thousand years just to get from one corner of the pavilion to the other?"
"Exactly! Does it suit your wishes?!"
"Not learning it, not learning it! Too slow, way too slow!!"
Sun Wu Kong hurriedly shook his head. To get from one side of the pavilion to the other, he would have to do somersaults for a thousand years.
How the hell was that any different from monkeying around?
Though he was a monkey to begin with!
"Master, didn't you just say you'd teach me real divine abilities, not parlor tricks?! Why do you keep using this stuff to mess with me?!"
At that moment, Sun Wu Kong felt especially aggrieved.
What kind of master had he taken?!
He was always messing with him!
Wu E spread his hands, looking equally helpless. "Idol, you picked it yourself! How is that my fault?!"
Sun Wu Kong choked up, both angry and helpless. "But what you're talking about... it's just too..."
After letting out a sigh, Sun Wu Kong turned his gaze to Soaring Step and asked, "Master, what about that other book, Soaring Step? It can't be like Somersault Cloud too, can it?!"
"Since you asked, then I shall properly explain