In the morning, Sweeping Star looked at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong was sprawled on the table, deeply asleep, and she called him for a long time but he didn't wake up.
Just as Sweeping Star was considering whether to share some of the misfortune with him, Sun Wukong opened his eyes.
"Are you finally awake?"
Sweeping Star asked coldly.
"Yes."
Sun Wukong stretched lazily.
He had returned to Wanling Hall once.
As long as Zhuang Zhou's dream of the butterfly wasn't resolved, the butterflies would remain within the original body, and his mortal body wouldn't disappear, so he could occasionally go back.
That's why he hadn't been discovered leaving over the years.
"Come with me."
Sweeping Star called Sun Wukong and pushed open the grand doors of the Scripture Pavilion.
"Come in!"
She led Sun Wukong inside: "His Majesty has commanded that you can now read the books on the first floor."
After the mistrust of Shangqing was removed, they were no longer so wary of Sun Wukong.
