Monkey Sun sprang to his feet. "Boss, long time no see! What brought you here?"
"I heard this place was fraught with danger, and that immortal herbs grew here, so I came to take a look. What about you? I haven't heard anything from you all this time." Wenlong told him the truth.
"Hehe, there were immortal herbs, but I ate them all. After I arrived in the Immortal World, my master brought me here," Monkey Sun replied with a chuckle.
He then recounted what had happened since his arrival. When he first entered the Immortal World, he had also landed in the Chaotic World and ended up covered in wounds.
Before long, a Black-Robed Man had brought him into the Mist Forest. Apart from teaching Monkey Sun to cultivate the Dao and practice spells, he had not said a single unnecessary word.
The monkey had never seen his true face, either. His impression of the man was that he was powerful and mysterious.
Relying on the mysterious Black-Robed Man's intimidating presence, Monkey Sun had bullied every Spirit Beast Great God in the Mist Forest.
Not a single Spirit Beast had dared fight back. Later, he had only let them off after they offered him immortal fruits and immortal herbs.
The mysterious Black-Robed Man naturally knew about this, but paid it no mind whatsoever.
Whenever Monkey Sun failed to perform well enough, or his cultivation or understanding fell short, his master's most frequent—and favorite—remark was, "You lack your ancestor's bearing."
But whenever he asked who his ancestor was or what his name was, he received no reply.
Wenlong knew the answer. Who else could it be but Sun Wukong? Was there any Spirit Beast more formidable than him?
"Little Sun, your ancestor was Old Sun. When I have time, I'll