Sun Wukong had his legs propped up on the table as he leisurely peeled a banana. He glanced at Marshal Tian Peng's way of eating, his eyes full of disdain.
Everyone chatted happily at the feast. The king of Jisaiguo was a kind man, and no one was particularly restrained. The king simply sat there the whole time, wearing a genial smile, holding a jade cup, and savoring a glass of wine.
It was not until the feast ended that the king arranged a fine private room for each of them.
Tang Sanzang had originally planned to obtain the Travel Pass after meeting the king and leave immediately.
But the king was truly too enthusiastic, and he was also deeply interested in Buddhism, so Tang Sanzang ended up talking with him for a while longer.
That conversation lasted until dusk. The king invited them to spend the night in the palace, and this time, Tang Sanzang did not refuse.
After dinner, the maidservants led the group heading west to their respective private rooms to rest.
By then, night had fallen. There was not a single star in the sky, nor even a moon. Only an ink-black sky remained, as if a massive pot lid had been placed overhead.
When Sun Wukong entered his private room, he opened the window and looked out at the city.
At that moment, a strange sight immediately caught his attention.
Far from the city, several hundred meters up in the air, something unknown was shining with dazzling radiance.
The light was simply too intense. The entire city of Jisaiguo had practically become a city that never slept, completely bathed in its glow.
"Even the full moon on the fifteenth night isn't this bright, is it?"
"What exactly is that thing?"
A look of deep confusion