The figure standing outside was indeed Sun Wukong.
The two looked at each other from a distance, their gazes meeting.
This Sun Wukong wore a calm expression, hiding his ferocity and murderous intent deep between his brows. He was clearly not the Sun Wukong from five hundred years ago.
"Great Sage, what brings you here?" An Yang asked.
Sun Wukong walked in, sweeping his gaze over the few glassware containers in the corner of the room and the notebook on the desk. His gaze lingered for a moment on the fountain pen and the contents of the notebook before turning back to An Yang. "You're busy?"
"Yes." An Yang nodded.
"Then am I disturbing you?"
"...You are indeed disturbing me. Don't tell me you expect me to invite the Great Sage back out now?" An Yang stared at him, holding his gaze for a few seconds before letting out a breath.
"Then I truly apologize." Sun Wukong said so, yet his expression held not a trace of remorse. He walked straight in, glanced at the unfamiliar, scrawled handwriting and the neatly arranged formulas in the notebook, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. "What is written on here? Some sort of exclusive secret technique?"
"Just some reference materials," An Yang said indifferently. He was neither afraid that Sun Wukong could read the characters nor that he would understand them.
"Oh?" Sun Wukong seemed quite interested. "What kind of materials?"
"Research materials."
"Research? Research on what? What is it used for?"
"... " An Yang wore a speechless expression. "Researching certain laws and recording them makes it possible to figure out their principles and operating rules, and consequently know how to utilize them. That way, one can step by step strengthen their own knowledge and power!"
"Oh? Such a magical