Mu Chenxuan roared in anger, "I've been trapped in this damned place for thousands of years! Thousands of years! All the treasures on me have been exhausted, used to resist the erosion from the stellar spiritual qi, so what could be left? Can't you see that even my cultivation has fallen back to that of a Da Luo Golden Immortal? What I have now is only promises, and you don't trust those either, so what can I offer? Tell me, what can I bring out? How am I supposed to accept this fate, huh?"
In the end, his voice had become somewhat hoarse, with a feeling of sobs and tears, filled with grievance and accusation. Sun Wukong couldn't help but draw back his neck and muttered under his breath, "It wasn't me who caused you to be trapped here, why are you ranting at me?"
