After Master Xuanzang recited the Buddha's name once more, he left the inn, leaving Ye Chen alone in the room to quietly admire the sword in his hands.
After they parted that day, Ye Chen didn't see Xuanzang again for a long time. He found it strange. Xuanzang had clearly said in the palace that they would set out in a few days, but even after all this time, there was still no news.
During that time, Ye Chen had also gone to see Wei Zheng, but Wei Zheng had no idea what Master Xuanzang was thinking or waiting for, either. He could only tell Ye Chen to wait patiently and promised to notify him before Master Xuanzang set out.
With no other choice, Ye Chen returned to the inn to wait. The departure date wasn't in his hands, and there was nothing he could do to decide when Xuanzang would begin his Journey to the West.
After several days of this, Ye Chen was growing terribly bored. He wandered around Chang'an City several times. The city was bustling, but with something weighing on his mind, he couldn't enjoy himself.
During this time, Ye Chen had also thought carefully about what lay ahead. He searched through his memories of Journey to the West and got a general idea of what he would face next. He couldn't tell anyone, but he ought to be prepared, at least.
With nothing else to do, Ye Chen could only keep reading about the Journey to the West in his room. His memories took him back five hundred years, to when Sun Wukong had caused havoc in Heaven. There was no denying it: Sun Wukong had been mighty impressive back then.
"If only I could go back to that time. I'd join Son Goku in