"To be precise, it's Lord." Sun Wukong hinted, "Just a fragment as well."
"Is that so?" Chu Xuan understood, "But I am Chu Xuan, not some Lord. Whatever contributions he made, they have nothing to do with me."
"Indeed, past and present life, are one person, yet not one. Seeking the resurrection of the dead is someone else." Sun Wukong sighed slightly.
"It seems even immortals have their troubles." Chu Xuan suddenly smiled, as if infected by Sun Wukong's lament.
"Who has no troubles? Even the Buddha on Spirit Mountain must lament the suffering of the world." Sun Wukong put away his sighs and smiled again, "The path is underfoot, as a wanderer, proceed slowly, you will eventually arrive."
"I understand the reasoning, but hearing it from you adds a unique flavor to the heart." Chu Xuan said, picking up the vibrating communication device, opening it to reveal the portrait of Kujima Megumi.
"Mr. Chu Xuan, are you free now?"
