"Yes. I originally thought Haotian was just a selfish bastard who cared only about his position as Heavenly Emperor. What he's done now truly exceeded my expectations."
Wu Feng smiled faintly as he looked at Xiaobai, then spoke.
Then Wu Feng activated his mental power. The image in the Mirror of Contemplation flickered, and the westward-bound group of Tang Sanzang and the others immediately appeared within the mirror.
Tang Sanzang rode White Dragon Horse at the front, followed by Sun Wukong, Fahai, Marshal Tian Peng, and General Juanlian, who carried the luggage.
They were on an ancient road covered in yellow dust. Clearly, they had been traveling for a long time. The blazing sun hung overhead, and it was obvious that they were all utterly exhausted.
"I'm so thirsty!"
Marshal Tian Peng raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he looked up at the sun and spoke.
"Wukong, we've already been walking for most of the day, but we haven't seen a single person. If we don't find water soon, I'm afraid none of us will be able to keep going."
Fahai turned to look at Wukong, then spoke.
"Indeed. We crossed dozens of miles of mountain roads, thinking we'd see people once we left the mountains. Who would've thought we'd only find a plain covered in weeds, without a single person in sight? Strange."
Sun Wukong stopped. The front of his robe was already soaked through, and he was panting heavily.
On White Dragon Horse, Tang Sanzang remained silent, simply pressing onward.
Sun Wukong glanced at him. He could tell that Tang Sanzang had already reached the limits of his stamina and was relying on sheer willpower to hold on.
If they had no dry rations, they could probably last several days without their lives