"Great Saint, Monkey King, I deserved the lesson; it was only right for me to experience evolution from an ape to a human,"
Zhang Chulan didn't mind that his Nascent Soul had turned into an ape, since it was still uncertain whether he could cultivate his Primordial Spirit in his lifetime.
"But, do I have to live with this face from now on?"
"This is just—"
"Too bizarre, it's not like I'm in a play."
Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Perhaps you could learn some basic skills of acting, and then you might be able to earn your living with it."
"Exactly, you might become a very talented actor." Yuyan chimed in mischievously, "It's a profitable profession; start half a troupe, and even if you only charge one coin per person, you could still make a tidy sum."
Zhang Chulan's face fell, he wanted to wipe his face but worried about smudging the makeup—had a six-eared macaque really taken possession of him... Could he really go and steal the willful iron staff?
