"Exactly, Master. You're trying to make my senior brother and me leave," Zhu Bajie said, refusing to back down.
"I've wronged you all. I've wronged you," Tang Sanzang murmured, tears suddenly welling in his eyes.
"And Ye Chen, I'm sorry to you as well." He turned and apologized to Ye Chen with a sigh.
"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly acting like this? Did that monster give you some kind of bewitching pill?"
The more Zhu Bajie looked, the more suspicious he became. He pointed at Sand Monk as Sun Wukong rolled up his sleeves, ready to demand an explanation from him.
Seeing the situation, Ye Chen hurriedly intervened.
"Enough, enough. It's nothing serious. The monk's just having a sudden fit of reflection about life. By the way, Master, you still have something important to tell us, so you can't start crying again."
Those words gave Tang Sanzang a way out. They said a prodigal son who returned was worth more than gold, and the same held true for Tang Sanzang. Ye Chen had even gone into the water to find him.
That meant he had already forgiven Tang Sanzang, and it seemed that this wooden, dull-witted monk had finally come around.
To be honest, Ye Chen was quite relieved. As long as their westward-bound group stuck together, he wouldn't have to fear outside threats. In the early days of their journey,
those had probably been the days when Ye Chen was most on edge. Guanyin Bodhisattva had constantly made things difficult for him, while Tang Sanzang, who should have been on his side, acted like a loyal dog whenever he saw Guanyin Bodhisattva.
He'd wag his tail and hurry over to her.
Thankfully, things shouldn't be like that anymore.
"Come, let me introduce you. This is