Be my disciple

F*ck me, is that really Sun Wukong?

Chu Yu was stunned.

Before this, he had prepared himself for this, but when he saw it happen, he still felt like it was a dream.

He felt like he was in a legend!

No matter what, Confucius and Hou Yi were all people who existed in ancient China.

Even True Lord Erlang was a real person!

But Sun Wukong was different, he was someone who existed only in the legends and stories of ancient China.

This was a character that was formed through the imagination and legends of the ancient chinese.

Hang on....

Chu Yu frowned, legends... legends?

He knew that recorded ancient chinese history was extremely short. There had been many breaks in civilisation over the years.

Before the time of records, everything was passed down through word of mouth.

Could it be that Sun Wukong was really a powerful life form which existed last time?

Did he really make a ruckus in the Heavenly Palace?

Many thoughts flashed by in Chu Yu’s mind.