Chapter 93 Can You Handle It?
The Doumu Palace.
Grandmaster Lao was still in retreat, refining artifacts and contemplating the Dao.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn stood listlessly by the Eight Trigrams Furnace, fanning themselves with banana leaves.
"What is that Monkey doing here again?" Grandmaster Lao suddenly showed a change in expression, then instructed Golden Horn, "Go open the door, let Sun Wukong in."
Golden Horn immediately perked up, dropped the banana leaf fan, and happily headed to the main gate of the palace.
"Congratulations to the grandmaster on the successful conclusion of your retreat!" Silver Horn quickly kowtowed and congratulated, because by tradition, the grandmaster would not open the door to welcome guests until his retreat was over.
"Continue," Grandmaster Lao said with a glance.
"Ah..." Silver Horn’s head drooped down again.
Before long, Sun Wukong followed Golden Horn into the back hall of the palace, saw the radiant flames within the Eight Trigrams Furnace, first gave a formal salute, then knowingly asked, "Is the Grandmaster still in retreat?"
Of course, Grandmaster Lao can see through Monkey’s little trick, waved his horsetail whisk, and chuckled, "Speak, what is it?"