"Hey, Brother Ye! We should get going, or we won't make it in time." Zhu Bajie called anxiously to Ye Chen, but Ye Chen lay motionless on the rock. "Sigh." Zhu Bajie let out a quiet breath and then followed Tang Sanzang. It was hard to tell whether he was sighing over Tang Sanzang or mourning the grilled fish.
"Go on, then. You'll have to suffer a little before you learn whose side you're really on."
Ye Chen had deliberately chosen not to go with Tang Sanzang.
They were about to reach Yellow Wind Ridge, and next came the first time Tang Sanzang would be captured. Let's see if your merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva comes to protect you this time.
Ye Chen methodically ate the two fish, licked his fingers reluctantly, then headed in the direction Tang Sanzang had gone.
Whoosh! A sound cut through the air overhead. Ye Chen looked up and saw Sun Wukong returning with wild fruit.
"Hmm. Where are Master and that fool?" Sun Wukong asked, looking around. He had brought back fruit, but there was no sign of Tang Sanzang or Zhu Bajie.
"They went ahead. Here, I saved this for you." Ye Chen pulled out half a grilled fish and held it out to Sun Wukong.
"Wow, you're something else. How dare you eat meat? Don't you know monks aren't allowed to eat meat?" Sun Wukong asked, eyeing the fish in Ye Chen's hand.
"Come on, I'm not a monk. Why should I care about that? It's as simple as whether I want to eat it or not," Ye Chen said dismissively.
"Honestly, you..." But Sun Wukong didn't say anything more. Ye Chen had saved the fish for him, and it was the thought that counted. He couldn't just reject it. Besides, he had no