Facing his fellow disciples' resentful complaints, Sun Wukong could only force a smile and take them one by one.
Though those disciples were angry, they did not dare make too much noise here, fearing they would anger the Grandmaster further. Cursing under their breaths, they left.
They had originally planned to go to Senior Brother Huiming's place for another bite to eat, but now they could not very well go.
The Grandmaster had just finished venting his anger, so what would it look like if they went off to hold a feast?
Thus, the disciples merely packed up some of the remaining meat so it would not go to waste, then each apologized to Adam and took their leave.
Wukong came last. He did not take any meat. With a face full of apology, he gave Adam a deep bow and said that because of him, not only had the Grandmaster's lecture been disrupted, but this perfectly good gathering had also been ruined.
"It's fine. I never liked too much commotion anyway."
Adam waved a hand, his gaze growing somewhat deep.
For some reason, the Grandmaster had moved Sun Wukong's private lesson up by three years. What hidden meaning lay behind that?
Or was it that, in this version of Journey to the West, Sun Wukong had learned the Grand Celestial Art after only four years?
Adam had wanted to ask the Grandmaster. Seeing Wukong's empty hands, he could also tell that he did not care much for the meat. After some thought, Adam stuffed several fruits into his hands, pilfered from the Heavenly Court, along with a lotus seedpod produced on Cui Ping Mountain.
Placing the lotus seedpod atop the fruit in Wukong's arms, Adam instructed him:
"You needn't take today's matter too much to heart. Cultivation is ultimately