"Master, please stop chanting. We should think of a more reliable plan first." Ye Chen tugged on the reins. He wasn't afraid of snakes and insects, but if Xuanzang got bitten, Ye Chen would be in serious trouble.
Ye Chen looked around nervously. It was completely dark now; the last traces of light had just vanished.
Ye Chen had a bad feeling. Wild beasts grew more savage at night. He had no way to fend off so many attacking beasts at once, much less ensure Tang Sanzang's safety.
"Master, would you say something? What are we supposed to do now?" Ye Chen asked Tang Sanzang, feigning nervousness.
In truth, Ye Chen had anticipated this ordeal long ago. He had already searched his memories and knew that a hunter called the "Mountain Suppressing Guardian," Liu Boqin, would soon come to their aid.
But the sky looked nothing like it had in the book, and Ye Chen wasn't sure whether Liu Boqin would appear. Still, he had a fallback plan: even if Liu Boqin didn't show up, he had other options.
"Amitabha. It seems that today we are fated to die here. Ye Chen, I have wronged you. As soon as we left Chang'an City, I nearly got you disemboweled by a demon, and now I've led you into a den of tigers and wolves."
"If there is a next life, I will repay you. But today, I fear neither of us will make it out." Tang Sanzang spoke with a hint of despair.
"You monk, why are you getting scared at a time like this? The Journey to the West is still long. We've barely gone any distance, and you already want to give up?" Ye Chen shook his head, displeased with Tang Sanzang.
"Amitabha. This pilgrimage west to fetch the