"She hasn't," Wukong shook his head. "Even I only finished my meditation a few months ago."
"Alright," Maximilian nodded with a sigh. "I was able to break through in only fifteen years because of the unique composition I possessed as the Dragon of Death. It will take her another twenty or thirty years to reach the Celestial Realm."
"That long!" Wukong gasped, his eyes widening. "But I wanted to see her."
"I know your reasons, little monkey," Maximilian scoffed, rubbing his hand over his head. "You want to get those seven Rank cores that your sister-in-law promised."
"No, I really miss her," Wukong insisted as if he had been wrongly accused. "And... that is part of the reason."
Maximilian chuckled at his honesty. Evangeline had already taught him how to obtain the seven Rank cores. "AINOS, give me the concentrated Death Energy that you ejected from the spaceship fifteen years ago."
