Do whatever you want, Old Sun won't care, if those bald folks in the West have the guts, let them handle it themselves!
For Sun Wukong, the most he does every day is run some small errands and prepare three meals a day, the rest of the time he's quite free.
Dragging on, a man and a monkey don't know how much time they've spent, finally arriving at Eagle Sorrow Chasm.
The aura of the Dragon Clan made the little tiger, serving as a mount, very uncomfortable, feeling somewhat hesitant to move forward upon arriving here.
Fortunately, Chen Sanzang emitted Buddha Power, calming it down a bit, and the little tiger somewhat returned to normal.
No way around it, the innate dignity pressure of pure-blood dragons is indeed quite a bloodline suppression on ordinary demons.
"Old Chen, do you want to eat dragon meat?"
Such a strong dragon aura, even when outside the Eagle Sorrow Chasm, Sun Wukong could feel it.
