Wanling Hall, Sun Wukong sat cross-legged in meditation.
Surrounded by a halo of golden light, sacred and majestic, his brows, however, gradually furrowed, as if he was at his wit's end.
Seeing this, the nearby attendant An Jing Si couldn't help but worry.
"Great Saint has always been confident and calm, never showing such an expression."
He glanced at Elder Jin Chan, who was sitting by the side drinking tea, and asked softly, "Elder, is the Immortal Path that the Great Saint is so intent on creating really that difficult?"
An Jing Si had deep admiration for Sun Wukong from the bottom of his heart, which was why he found it so strange.
How could the Great Saint, who even the Heavenly Palace could do nothing about, be troubled over a mere Immortal Path?
"This Immortal Path is no ordinary path; it's as difficult as reaching the heavens."
