Immortal Zhen Yuan arrived at the entrance of the Virtue Palace, pausing in his steps.
"Should I go back to Wuzhuang Temple and pick some Ginsengfruit to bring over..."
He thought about apologizing for earlier matters, but hesitated, considering that there weren't many Ginsengfruits left.
While he was worrying, the calm and composed officials from the second department came out.
"Immortal, you are finally here."
They greeted him with clasped hands: "Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time."
Immortal Zhen Yuan sighed, fluttered his long sleeves, and stepped into the Virtue Palace.
After the battle in the Heavenly Court, he had been avoiding Sun Wukong, but this time he had no choice but to meet him.
Immortal Zhen Yuan entered the Virtue Palace and saw Sun Wukong squatting on the ground, writing something.
This sight was indeed rare.
Immortal Zhen Yuan momentarily forgot his troubles and watched with interest.
"What are you writing?"
