Your Horse Is Gone!

Guanyin Bodhisattva felt a little better at that thought. Only a little, but at least it made her feel that her efforts had not been entirely wasted.

Looking at Lin Zhu's still punchable face, she silently counseled herself, Endure it. We'll settle the score once the Scripture Seeking succeeds.

She turned and rose into the clouds, flying upward. After ascending several yards, she could not help looking back at Lin Zhu. He was bent over, picking up the leftover chicken bones from the ground, his movements leisurely and carefree, without the slightest trace of scheming.

Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned, feeling that something was off, though she could not say what. She could only shake her head and speed off in pursuit of Tang Sanzang.

After flying above the clouds for a while, she looked down through a gap in them and quickly spotted Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong. The two had already traveled dozens of li and were slowly making their way along a winding mountain path.

The terrain here was utterly unlike that around Five Elements Mountain. The peaks were steep, the cliffs sheer as if carved by blades, and both sides of the trail were lined with jagged rocks and bottomless precipices. Looking down, one could see only rolling white mist, with no glimpse of the bottom.

Tang Sanzang rode his horse, swaying with its gait. His complexion was somewhat better than before. For the moment, he had put Guanyin Bodhisattva out of his mind and begun considering how to trust those he employed and avoid employing those he doubted.

Though he was still wary of that hairy-faced, thunder-god-mouthed monkey, the Immortal Lord had said Sun Wukong could be trusted, so he would trust him for now. Besides, in these desolate mountains, who else could a monk with no