Neither Great Xuan nor the Southern Wastes had expected this.
While they were waiting for the Play Script that would bring them a sky-piercing splendor, Chen Luo had actually updated another chapter of Journey to the West!
Based on what they knew of Chen Luo, shouldn't he have been slacking off, relying on the Play Script to support him?
Why had he suddenly become diligent?
Could it be because he had started a family and gained a sense of responsibility?
As expected, men really did grow up in an instant!
They simply hadn't expected Chen Luo to grow up so quickly!
This new chapter was truly—
Central Capital, Morning Awakening Teahouse.
"The elder saw that the household had no men, only four women... As for those women, each one had: a boudoir heart firm as stone, an orchid-like nature joyful as spring. Delicate faces set off by rosy clouds, vermilion lips evenly brushed with crimson. Slender brows arched like a small moon, cicada-wing hair piled like fresh clouds. If they stood among the flowers, even wandering bees would mistake them for blossoms..."
The storyteller recited this passage in a tone of extreme enjoyment. Every rise, turn, pause, and stop in his voice was like the stroke of a painter's brush, outlining a portrait of four beauties.
Tang Sanzang looked at the four beauties and didn't dare approach. Then he saw another thatched pavilion, where three more women were playing cuju.
"Look at those three women. They were even more different in appearance from the four... There was a poem: Three months of spring, cuju played upon the field; an immortal breeze blows down the plain celestial beauties. Sweat stains their powdered faces, like flowers holding dew; dust dyes their moth brows, like willows veiled in smoke. Jade-green sleeves droop