Gently wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Sun Wukong suddenly looked up to the heavens and let out a long sigh. Why must I and my four disciples endure so many hardships? Now that I think about it, the five of us, disciples of Sun Wukong, can really be said to be constantly experiencing all sorts of tribulations. Take Sun Wukong, for instance. The uproar in the Heavenly Palace was a tribulation; he single-handedly resisted the million-strong celestial army all by himself. The five hundred years under the Five Elements Mountain was a tribulation, enduring the warmth and coldness of the world alone. How could those five centuries of solitude have been easy to bear?