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A certain great master surnamed Lu had once said that life was a besieged city: those inside wanted to get out, while those outside wanted to get in. Gungun now understood those words all too well.
In the past, it had thought that standing high above everyone, arranging all sorts of scripts for them and toying with all living beings, was great fun. But now... this was so hard. How was it supposed to write this script?
Ugh, this is all that old fossil surnamed Zhun's fault. You've already stepped back from the front lines, yet you're still assigning me tasks. I, the great god Gungun, could have handled that monkey's affairs easily enough. Just grab him and beat him black and blue, and see if he still dares to misbehave! But now...
"Forget it. I'll treat it like writing a novel and plan it chapter by chapter. First comes fetching a treasure from the Dragon Palace." Gungun sighed, lowered its head, and scribbled a messy jumble of words on a roll of bamboo slips with a brush. When it finished, it checked what it had written, then nodded.
Then it casually tossed the roll aside. Whoosh! In an instant, the bamboo slips turned into a streak of light and shot toward the Hall of Fate.
Flower-Fruit Mountain, in the East Sea.
After Sun Wukong returned, he immediately bounded back toward Water-Curtain Cave. During his years away, he had learned quite a few things. For instance, all immortals of any standing had their own cultivation grounds. If he announced his cultivation ground along with his name in the future, he would sound much more imposing.
And so he