"Wukong brother, I..."
The golden light in Sun Wukong's eyes faded, and Mu Chenxuan, who had been forced to close his eyes from the brightness, finally managed to open his eyes again. He was about to offer a few words of congratulations but saw that Sun Wukong ignored him completely, once again conjuring up a ball of stellar spiritual energy and swallowing it in one gulp, resuming his cross-legged meditation.
A torrent of frustration swept through Mu Chenxuan's heart, but he swallowed the words that had reached his throat and, despite his speechlessness, could only wait patiently for Sun Wukong to finish his cultivation.
Another eight or nine years passed by, and Sun Wukong finished his cultivation. When he opened his eyes this time, he did not hurry to attract the bands of stellar spiritual energy. It wasn't that he didn't want to continue absorbing the stellar spiritual energy; it was simply that time would not allow it.
