Whatever you do, Old Sun doesn't care anymore. If they have the guts, let those bald donkeys in the West manage it themselves!
For Sun Wukong, at most he just ran a few errands every day and prepared the three daily meals; the rest of the time he was quite free.
Dragging their feet, how much time one person and one monkey spent was unclear, but they finally arrived at the Eagle Sorrow River.
The aura of the Dragon Clan made the little tiger, which served as a mount, very uncomfortable, and coming here, it was a bit hesitant to proceed.
Luckily, Chen Sanzang emitted Buddha Power to soothe it, and the little tiger somewhat regained its composure.
No way around it, the innate dignity pressure from a pure-bred dragon was indeed quite substantial on the bloodline of ordinary demons.
"Old Chen, do you want to eat dragon meat?"
This strong dragon aura was something Sun Wukong felt even outside the Eagle Sorrow River.
