Several days later, a majestic and handsome rooster arrived at Wanling Hall.
This creature was none other than the Star Official of the Sun in its true form, a huge rooster over two meters tall, so big one could even sit on its back.
Sun Wukong was stunned as he looked at it for a long while: "Star Official of the Sun, why don't you transform into a human form?"
"Great Saint, it is said that nobles often forget." The rooster spoke, "You have burnt away all my immortal power, and I have not yet recovered."
In the past, when the Twenty-Eight Constellations battled with Sun Wukong, they were scorched by his flames, reverting to their original forms and losing even their feathers.
The Star Official of the Sun had devotedly cultivated for two years before he was able to regain some mana and grow his feathers back.
"I had forgotten about that."
Sun Wukong apologized with a smile: "I truly regret that I was unable to measure my strength properly at that time."
