"I am truly not worthy. In front of the Great Sage, how can I claim the honorific title of 'True Immortal'? It's just a courteous nickname given by fellow daoists," he said very politely. "Great Sage, please come inside! Disciple, bring the finest tea!"
Ruyi Zhenxian appeared very cordial. "Great Sage, inside please! Disciple, bring the best tea!"
Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, didn't refuse, and followed Ruyi Zhenxian into the Gathering of Immortals Hermitage. Ruyi Zhenxian's old Taoist disciple also quickly brought up the tea.
"Great Sage, I hear that you have always been developing your affairs in the Northern Continent of Cattle-grazing. What brings you to my humble Gathering of Immortals Hermitage today?"
Ruyi Zhenxian asked with a curious face but had his suspicions.
As expected, Sun Wukong smiled and didn't beat around the bush. "Today, I have come to fetch water from the Luotai Spring for Tang Seng and his disciples!"