Sun Wukong was a bit dazed. 'Wasn't this great immortal supposed to have no disciples?'
He didn't dwell on it, just nodded repeatedly:
"Master, I understand, I understand! I will cultivate diligently, strive to achieve my true attainment, and successfully live up to my name, Wukong!"
Lu Xuan shook his head.
"Far from it, far from it!"
Sun Wukong froze. 'Far from it?'
'Where did I go wrong?'
He saw Lu Xuan turn and sit down. Behind him, the Ancient Tree, radiant with great wisdom and Pure Light, revealed its true form. It suddenly withered and burned with scorching flames.
He said calmly:
"Wukong, your name is meant to have you understand emptiness through enlightenment and practice the principle of 'emptiness.' It is not for you to escape into the Buddhist Sect and cultivate their so-called 'true attainment.'"
A look of confusion appeared on Sun Wukong's face. He pondered for a long time, scratching his ears and cheeks, then bowed once more.
