Shortly after, Thousand-mile Eye and Sharp-Hearing Ear arrived at Wanling City.
After many years, Sun Wukong barely recognized them.
"Thousand-mile Eye, Sharp-Hearing Ear."
He looked at the two standing in the palace, surprisedly asking, "How did you two end up looking like this?"
The appearance of an Immortal remains unchanged for thousands of years, and back in the day, Thousand-mile Eye and Sharp-Hearing Ear also possessed an Immortal's grace.
But now, both of them wore ragged clothes, covered in dust, hardly resembling their former spirited selves.
"Great Saint, ah, don't even mention it."
Thousand-mile Eye, recalling the past ten years, almost burst into tears.
He sighed, saying, "To prevent us from escaping, Your Majesty specifically stationed Sweeping Star close to us, living and eating with us every day, for years without change, sometimes even choking us while drinking tea."
"Sweeping Star?"
Sun Wukong looked puzzled, as he seemed unfamiliar with this Immortal.
