After obtaining the Golden Cudgel, Sun Wukong did not rush to show it off or swagger about as he had in his previous life.
Instead, upon returning to Flower-Fruit Mountain, he went into seclusion once again.
His status as the protagonist of the Tribulation blessed him with unimaginable fortune, and he possessed heaven-defying talent as well.
His cultivation advanced a thousand miles a day, improving with every passing moment.
This left Jie Yin and Zhun Ti on Mount Sumeru frantic with anxiety.
"What is wrong with this monkey? Why has he started cultivating on his own?"
Zhun Ti paced back and forth before the Water Curtain, his brows drawn into three deep furrows:
"Wasn't he supposed to go to Mount Fangcun to find a master and learn his arts, then wreak havoc in the Heavenly Court? Why is he completely ignoring the script?"
He looked at Jie Yin, his voice tinged with agitation:
"Senior brother, what should we do?"
Jie Yin looked equally helpless.
"Well..."
"This monkey is the protagonist personally chosen by the Dao Venerable to spread the Dao. We cannot use force on him."
He sighed:
"Let us wait and see."
Meanwhile, in the Netherworld.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the great witches serving as the Ten Halls of the Kings of Hell had gathered together, locked in a heated discussion.
"Honored Ancestral Witches, since Sun Wukong has not gone through the process of finding a master, should we still go reap his soul?"
Chiyou stood in the center of the hall, asking with a troubled expression.
The Ancestral Witches exchanged uncertain glances.
Houtu pondered for a moment before speaking:
"Wait a little longer."
She raised her head, her gaze calm:
"If Sun Wukong still has not gone to find a master after some time, we will simply