At this moment, Sun Wukong had to take things seriously, because it concerned the one thing he had always wanted to know.
The thirty-year dream of the Journey to the West.
In the Water Curtain Cave, the old monkey that appeared among the monkey clan.
The white ape that spoke of the monkey troop's journey to the west!
And what the Great Saint said, "You and I come from the same root, now bound as one. If you seek a reason, tread the path west again."
All these were things Sun Wukong was eager to find out.
Ling Xuzi's scheming was nothing compared to this puzzle that liked to play with destiny.
Traveling through time, waiting for twenty years, being sent on the journey west, facing trials and tribulations—none of these were what Sun Wukong wanted.
