"Do whatever you want, Old Sun won't interfere anymore. If those bald monks in the West have the guts, let them handle it themselves!"
For Sun Wukong, the most he did each day was run errands and prepare three meals a day; the rest of the time, he was pretty free.
Dragging their heels, the man and the monkey didn't know how much time they had spent, but they finally arrived at the Yingchou River.
The presence of the Dragon Clan made the little tiger used as a mount very uncomfortable, hesitant to move forward after arriving here.
Fortunately, Chen Sanzang unleashed his Buddha Power, soothing it, and the little tiger somewhat returned to normal.
There was no choice; the innate dignity pressure of purebred dragons had a massive suppression on the bloodlines of ordinary demons.
"Old Chen, do you want to eat dragon meat?"
Feeling the strong dragon aura outside the Yingchou River, Sun Wukong had already sensed it.
