Ye Chen stopped and looked back at Sun Wukong. The look of arrogant disdain that had once been on Sun Wukong's face was gone, replaced by a hint of pleading that was hard to detect.
Ye Chen knew that being trapped beneath Five Finger Mountain was a torment to Sun Wukong both physically and mentally. Anyone crushed there for five hundred years would hardly be having a good time.
He hadn't really planned to leave anyway. Sun Wukong would be a powerful ally on the journey to obtain the scriptures, and without him, Tang Sanzang would probably have died hundreds of times over.
"Fine, I won't leave. But surely the Great Sage can give me a reason?" Ye Chen teased Sun Wukong with a faint smile. This was probably the only time he'd get to see the helpless monkey. Once Sun Wukong was free, he wouldn't be so easy to bully.
"Guanyin. Guanyin Bodhisattva came here a few days ago. She told me that today a monk from Chang'an City would pass by. She said he was going to be my master."
"What else did Guanyin say?" Ye Chen suddenly wondered if she had badmouthed him to Sun Wukong.
"Nothing. She just told me to follow that monk to Spirit Mountain to obtain the scriptures." As Sun Wukong spoke, he looked past Ye Chen. Tang Sanzang had dismounted and was staring nervously at Sun Wukong.
"Master! Master, save me!" Sun Wukong shouted at Tang Sanzang. His shout startled Tang Sanzang, and Ye Chen quickly told him to shut up.
"Are you trying to scare him to death? He's just a mortal. How could he have ever seen a talking monkey like you?" Ye Chen clamped a hand over Sun Wukong's mouth to keep him quiet.
Only after Sun Wukong nodded