The old woman stood rooted to the spot. She watched as Sun Wukong divided the glutinous rice cakes she had painstakingly prepared for Tang Sanzang into four portions in the blink of an eye, then handed one to each person. A trace of resentment flickered in her eyes.
Tang Sanzang's face had reddened all the way to his neck. He smiled at the old woman and said, "Thank you for your warm hospitality, Elder."
The old woman curled her lips, looking rather displeased. "Tsk, do I look that old? You keep calling me Elder."
"I'm only a little over forty this year."
Tang Sanzang had no idea how to respond to her, so he simply kept his mouth shut and said nothing.
Sun Wukong, Fahai, and General Juanlian had already picked up the steaming sweet glutinous rice cakes with their chopsticks and started eating.
"Mmm, I have to say, these rice cakes were fried to perfection!"
"Indeed, your skills are excellent!"
Fahai ate the rice cakes with a smile. When he turned and caught sight of the woman's expression, it was so complicated that he truly had no idea how to describe it.
On Wu Feng's side of the Mirror of Contemplation, the corners of his lips lifted slightly. He said calmly, "They say the emotional trial is the hardest to overcome. This isn't some demon that can be defeated through brute force. Tang Sanzang will probably soon face the greatest tribulation of his life."
Xiaobai giggled as she looked at Wu Feng. "Husband, are you talking about this woman's feelings for Tang Sanzang?"
Wu Feng looked at her gently. "No. Isn't the Western Liang Women's Country ahead? Just watch quietly and you'll know."
Xiaobai glanced at Wu Feng and rested her chin on her hand, a thoughtful look in