"Sun Wukong?"
"Great Sage Equal to Heaven?"
"..."
After quietly recalling for a moment, Tang Sanzang remembered records he had once seen in certain ancient texts.
Some relevant information had indeed been recorded within them.
Though the details had been vague, they undeniably existed.
And that information made him even more interested in the situation before him.
After all, anyone who could storm the Heavenly Court without being beaten to death on the spot definitely needed some skill and backing.
But why had the other party been trapped in this godforsaken place, where birds did not even shit and barely anyone stood guard? That was a strange question too:
With only Lord of the Land before him, what difference was there from being handed over for free?
"Are you the only guard here?"
Faced with that question,
Lord of the Land, who also felt the situation was rather unreasonable, could only answer somewhat helplessly:
"Usually, it is indeed just me."
"But every now and then, Great Immortal Guanyin comes by as well."
The first half was weakness; the second was a warning.
It was meant to keep Tang Sanzang from causing trouble.
Though he did not understand the situation, Tang Sanzang used his divine abilities to determine that the other party was not lying, then nodded as if he half understood.
Just as he was about to ask a couple more questions,
Sun Wukong, who had not spoken since Tang Sanzang appeared, suddenly cut in:
"Big monk over there, let me ask you: where do you come from?"
Tang Sanzang did not hide it either:
"This humble monk comes from the Great Tang."
"The Great Tang?"
Hearing the information he wanted,
Sun Wukong's face immediately lit up with joy.
"Then do you know whether there has recently been any monk