Picking up from where we left off, Tang Sanzang and his party left Longevity Mountain. His three disciples truly seemed Transformed, light and vigorous, traveling for several days without rest.
They were full of vim and vigor, not tired at all.
Even White Dragon Horse was the same, running astonishingly fast.
Anyone who didn't know better would think Demonic Creatures were chasing them!
Tang Sanzang was puzzled and asked curiously. The three men and one horse replied in unison.
"We ate Ginseng Fruit."
"Hmph!"
"Master, you didn't eat any. If you had, you'd know how good the fruit was."
"Neigh~~~"
Clearly, this perfunctory answer failed to satisfy Tang Sanzang. The three disciples wore their thoughts plainly on their faces: their obsequiousness inside Qingqiu Palace and their relief after leaving both showed that the palace had been fraught with danger.
Tang Sanzang knew the three were hiding something. Unable to find an answer, he found even his daily studies tasteless these days.
Mostly because he was exhausted. They had traveled beneath the stars and moon; the three beasts were fine, but his mortal body couldn't hold up. With a thump, he fell from his horse, nearly crushing Zhu Bajie, who dodged in time.
"Second Senior Brother, couldn't you catch him? If he gets hurt, we're all doomed." Sun Wukong came over, sounding faintly reproachful.
Because he couldn't win, he only dared to be faintly reproachful. Any more, and the monkey couldn't take it.
"Big deal. Go to the underworld once. Dying isn't that easy, and you'd conveniently skip one Tribulation."
Zhu Bajie didn't care. Seeing Tang Sanzang exhausted and weak, his back soaked in cold sweat, he shook his head and found a large rock nearby to lie down on.
Traveling through the night, eating poorly and sleeping poorly—even defecating in