"Senior, it's been a long time."
Wu Kong's eyes filled with disbelief and he took a half step back, saying, "You've broken through?"
Eight hundred years! A Little Saint for eight hundred years!
Back then, Qingcang becoming an Immortal in eight hundred years was already a unique occurrence in eternity, and now Gu Wen becoming a Little Saint in eight hundred years — was that possible? Impossible!
Gu Wen nodded slightly, then bent down to pick up the continuously bouncing furball, which immediately licked his face all over.
"Immortal! Immortal! Kitty missed you so much, Kitty doesn't want to see anyone else ever again... "
"All right, all right, it's all in the past now."
He patted the furball apologetically, as comforting it in a few words was hard after an eight-hundred-year wait. The furball just curled up on his shoulder and buried its head in his neck.
He had only accompanied it for a decade, yet it had waited for eight hundred years.
"Immortal, let's go home."
