Tang Sanzang didn't argue with Ye Chen. Instead, he walked over to White Dragon Horse and climbed on. As usual, Ye Chen took the reins, while Sun Wukong flew low through the air to scout ahead.
Ye Chen and Tang Sanzang traveled in silence. Ye Chen was still annoyed that Tang Sanzang had deceived Sun Wukong. He no longer cared what Tang Sanzang was thinking. As far as Ye Chen was concerned, Tang Sanzang was merely a pretext for the Journey to the West.
Sun Wukong and Ye Chen, on the other hand, grew closer and closer. Whenever they stopped to rest, Sun Wukong would come over to Ye Chen and chat about inconsequential things or brag about his past exploits.
Ye Chen already knew about Sun Wukong's former glory, but hearing him tell the stories himself was a different experience, so Ye Chen enjoyed chatting with him.
Tang Sanzang was constantly left out by the other two. Ye Chen knew Sun Wukong was probably still holding a grudge over the Golden Fillet, so he wasn't too fond of talking to Tang Sanzang, either.
But Tang Sanzang had been a monk for many years. Even when no one spoke to him, he remained perfectly at ease. He usually either meditated or chanted sutras, which spared Ye Chen a lot of chatter. Ye Chen found that rather pleasant.
After more than a month of braving the elements, the three men and their horse crossed countless mountains. They encountered bandits and demons a few times along the way, but Sun Wukong and Ye Chen drove them off, so they were never in any danger.
After traveling peacefully for a while, Sun Wukong finally spotted a temple while scouting ahead. Ye Chen led the horse toward it, and sure enough, he saw the