The Oil Cauldron

After hearing this, Zhu Bajie instead shouted even louder.

"Woe is me, my dear mother! It's burning this old pig to death! You damned monkey! Bimawen! Who told you to topple someone else's Ginseng Fruit Tree?!"

He threw back his head and roared furiously, tears and snot streaming down his face. "Stealing a few fruits would have been one thing. You could've apologized and admitted your mistake, but you just had to tear down the tree! Now you've gotten me dragged into this oil cauldron too!"

Sha Wujing listened silently nearby, sighed softly, then raised his head to look at the sky.

He did not feel much fear inside, because he knew his true origins: he was someone personally planted here by the Jade Emperor.

Even if Tang Sanzang and Zhu Bajie died here today, someone would secretly rescue him.

Since that was the case, what was there to fear?

But he still put on an anxious and helpless expression, raised his hand, and shouted, "Eldest Senior Brother! Where are you? Save us!"

The two men's cries shook the heavens, disturbing Zhenyuanzi, who was sitting in meditation inside the main hall. His brows creased slightly.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, rose, and walked out of the hall. Standing atop the steps, he swept his gaze over everyone.

Seeing that Zhu Bajie was still cursing Sun Wukong, Zhenyuanzi shook his head slightly.

This pilgrimage party truly was as fragile and pathetic as the rumors claimed.

After all, they had only just gathered and had yet to undergo any real tempering together. Their trust in one another had not solidified, which was understandable.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Tang Sanzang, Sha Wujing, and the Little White Dragon were merely traveling companions who had known one another for a short time.