Just as Sun Wukong hesitated whether to enter or not, a voice suddenly came to his ears. "You've come all this way, why not come in and take a look? Could it be that you find your master's cave too shabby?" Hearing this voice, Sun Wukong was startled for a moment, then a myriad of emotions surged into his heart, and grief welled up within him involuntarily.
"Master, your unfilial disciple Sun Wukong pays homage." Having said that, Sun Wukong immediately knelt down, kowtowing nine times with loud thuds. After kowtowing, Sun Wukong slowly walked into the cave.
Bypassing the usual teaching area, Sun Wukong headed straight for a cave where Patriarch Subhuti practiced his cultivation. "Master, are you well? I thank you for your assistance during the last heavenly war," he said.
"Hehe, silly disciple, why be so formal with your master?" Patriarch Subhuti, originally sitting cross-legged on a cushion, also stood up, looking at Sun Wukong with a face full of kindness.
