Sun Wukong looked at Meng Qi, who was formed from his own thoughts, and said, “This is all I can help you with. What you say to the Empress is your own business.”
Meng Qi did not care. Instead, he bowed solemnly:
“Thank you for your trouble, Great Sage!”
Sun Wukong felt a little uncomfortable in the face of such a great ceremony and such respect. He scratched his ears and cheeks and said, “Quickly go in, quickly go in.”
He retracted his gaze and continued to pass through the doors. Before long, the pill and the ancient cauldron appeared in front of Meng Qi’s eyes. The surroundings were filled with dense mist and a strange fragrance assailed his nostrils. He raised his head and moved forward. He could only see layers of curtains covering his line of sight. His divine sense could not pass through, he could only vaguely see a hazy figure in the depths. The gentleness and compassion seemed to be tangible.
