Marshal Ma Hou sent someone to deliver a message, insisting that I hurry over.
"I figured you were holding things together here, so I planned to go and come right back. After all, my Flying Nimbus can cover 100,000 miles in a single somersault, so the round trip wouldn't take long. There were only a few little demons there, and the monkey children took care of them all. So I hurried back."
"You really trusted me, huh? If you'd arrived any later, Zhu Bajie would've torn me to shreds!" Ye Chen shot Sun Wukong a furious glare. He'd practically sold him out.
"Hey, you have your Immortal Body. I figured an ordinary little demon couldn't hurt you, so I was bold enough to leave. Look, you're perfectly fine, aren't you?"
"Are you kidding me? That was way too careless! It's only because Zhu Bajie held back. With my cultivation as a novice, he'd have ground me into the dirt. Even with an Immortal Body, it still hurts when a blade cuts you!" The moment Ye Chen brought it up, he got worked up and snapped at Sun Wukong.
"Heh heh, I guess this old Sun didn't think it through." Sun Wukong scratched his head—an uncharacteristic gesture—and gave an awkward laugh.
"If you're the group on the Journey to the West, then are you called Ye Chen?" Zhu Bajie turned to ask him.
"Hm? How do you know me?" Ye Chen was puzzled. It made sense that Zhu Bajie knew Sun Wukong's name, since they had quite a history together five hundred years ago. But how did he know about him?
"Guanyin Bodhisattva told me that two people would come to Gao Laozhuang before long, named Tang Sanzang and Ye Chen. She also told me that I'd have to defeat the