As his words fell, an exceedingly gentle, exceedingly cool aura radiated from his little body.
The aura was like a spring breeze brushing their faces, like a mountain spring flowing, instantly enveloping all five of them.
"Hm?"
Zhu Bajie felt his whole body grow lighter. The irritation that had built up from carrying the sedan chair was actually suppressed by that cool aura.
His mind became calmer than it had ever been.
"What an impressive heart-calming seal!"
Zhu Bajie could not help praising it.
"This aura really does carry the spirit of our founding patriarch."
Sha Wujin was taken aback as well. He felt that cool aura truly douse most of the irritation in his heart.
"Heh, this kid really does have some skill."
He muttered those words, his tone carrying a little more approval.
Little White Dragon narrowed his eyes in sheer comfort. He felt even his Dao heart becoming clear and limpid.
"Oh, not bad, not bad!"
"This heart-calming seal really does work!"
Yet this seemingly peaceful atmosphere did not make the Preaching Squad completely lower their guard.
Their judgment in the Crow-Cock Kingdom had cost them dearly.
This time, a stumble had taught them wisdom. They would certainly have to hear what Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong had to say.
He quietly turned his head, looking toward Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong, who were walking at the very front.
Sha Wujin and Little White Dragon were thinking the same thing.
Though their cultivation was not weak, they clearly still lacked the finesse to identify the aura of such supreme mighty beings.
"Three Burials, Monkey Brother... what do you think?"
Tang Sanzang walked with steady steps.
He felt the gentle breeze brushing his cheeks, felt the coolness washing his soul clean.
His mind truly was calmer than it