Wukong, with six hundred billion refined Primordial Spirit Thoughts, made his way to the Tushita Palace, where Golden Horn and Silver Horn, the two apprentices, greeted him.
"Haha, Laozi, I've brought you some good stuff!" Wukong didn't bother having the two apprentices report his arrival; he simply flipped into the Alchemy Room with a somersault.
Putting down the Palm-Leaf Fan he was holding, Laozi said, "Oh! Wukong, what good thing have you brought me?"
Wukong tossed the gourd in his hand over to Laozi, who caught it and quickly uncapped it, taking a sniff with his nose.
"Hmm? Primordial Spirit Thoughts of a Heavenly Dao Saint!" Laozi couldn't help but feel secretly astonished in his heart. He hadn't expected Wukong to have killed Lu Ya, let alone refine his Primordial Spirit Thoughts, which was truly unbelievable.
