"Dummy, where's Master?"
Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks and looked around, but Tang Sanzang was nowhere to be seen.
Zhu Bajie lounged against Huanglong's body, his chest and belly exposed, while Sha Heshang crouched on the ground, teasing ants. All three looked bored out of their minds.
"Elder Brother, we're in trouble!"
"Master's been captured by a demon!"
Sha Heshang was the first to react, saying his usual catchphrase.
Only then did Zhu Bajie sheepishly scratch his head.
Normally, with the three of them protecting him, Tang Sanzang should have been safe and sound. But every tribulation along their Journey to the West had been staged, so they'd let their guard down—and actually lost Tang Sanzang.
"Holy crap!"
At those words, Sun Wukong flew into a rage.
He had waged war against the Demon Sect at Western Spirit Mountain alongside Six-Eared Macaque and the others, and they'd killed Jieyin—though Dao Ancestor Hongjun had eventually brought Jieyin back to life.
But these three had let a demon capture Tang Sanzang. They were a bunch of useless fools.
"Elder Brother, I know you're worried, but please don't lose your temper just yet."
"I know Master was captured by demons from the Myriad Demon Kingdom. But its ruler, the Myriad Demon Queen, suddenly gave up her throne, and the demons in the kingdom seem to be waiting for the Myriad Demon Ancestor to return to the world."
"Judging by the evidence, it must have been the Myriad Demon Ancestor's men who captured Master. But that guy's a Quasi-Saint, and he has five or six Demon Generals at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level serving under him. This won't be easy!"
Huanglong raised his head and spoke slowly to Sun Wukong.
In just a few words, he explained the situation.
Hearing this,