The world closest to Great Harmony was perhaps the one where he had lived in his previous life.
Unfortunately, even in his previous life, Great Harmony had never truly been achieved.
But that previous life had indeed allowed many people without homes or food to live lives free from hunger and cold.
Perhaps that era had been the true Golden Age.
A bewildered look appeared in Tang Sanzang's eyes as well.
"Will the day of Great Harmony truly come?"
Wang Yuan nodded. "Rest assured, it definitely will."
Seeing Wang Yuan's resolute expression, Tang Sanzang slowly nodded as well.
Perhaps such a day really would come.
When they went outside, Pigsy was still stuffing food into his mouth with great effort.
Sun Wukong and Sandy sat off to one side.
Sun Wukong looked at Pigsy with exasperation and said, "Look at yourself. You look like a starving ghost reincarnated. Eat slower."
Pigsy's mouth was crammed full of food, and he said a bunch of incomprehensible things. Since no one understood him, no one paid him any attention.
Pigsy did not care much either and lowered his head to continue eating.
Time quietly passed, and soon it was the next day.
The Golden Crow sank westward, and night slowly climbed across the sky.
Night was about to fall, and it was nearly time for Great King Inspiration to come collect the pair of young boys and girls.
Yet inside the temple built for Great King Inspiration, there were no such boy and girl. Instead stood a Hairy-faced Thunder Mouth Monk and a pig-headed monk—naturally, the fellow disciples Sun Wukong and Pigsy.
Sun Wukong leaped onto the seat, sat cross-legged upon it, and transformed into the little boy.
"Fool, stop standing there and get up here!"
Pigsy said unwillingly, "Monkey Bro, why