"Seeing that the old woman had no more to say, Ye Chen got straight to the point and asked her, 'You came to my room so late at night. Surely you didn't come just to listen to me breathe?'"
"'Hehehe, of course not. I just find you and the others who ate together today even harder to figure out, so I came to ask you a few questions. I hope you don't mind an old woman like me being so nosy.'"
"'Go ahead, Granny. I'll tell you everything I know.'"
"'In that case, could you tell me where you got your Immortal Body?'"
Meanwhile, in Tang Sanzang's room,
a figure slowly pushed open the door.
Tang Sanzang wasn't as cautious as Ye Chen. And since this was the home of Buddhist believers, he felt quite at ease. He hadn't given it much thought, and after entering the room, he'd promptly fallen into a deep sleep.
A slender figure emerged in the darkness, outlined by a red candle.
As the candle slowly drew closer, Tang Sanzang's eyelids twitched. Sensing something amiss, he opened his eyes slightly. The candlelight was already less than half a meter away.
"Who's there!"
Tang Sanzang shot upright and shouted.
The figure before him startled, her hand trembling so badly that she nearly dropped the red candle.
"You! You! You! You lousy monk! Are you trying to scare me to death?"
Tang Sanzang was about to call for Sun Wukong, but then he listened closely. Why did that voice sound so familiar? Through the flickering candlelight, he saw that the person standing before him was none other than the young woman who'd opened the door for him earlier that day.
"Oh, it's you, Miss Xiao Jiu. What brings you here so late?" Tang Sanzang asked softly, giving