"You're lucky you still recognize this weapon." Yao Yun smiled faintly.
"You... You are!" Great Immortal Zhenyuan was no longer as composed as before. A glimmer of tears flickered in his aged eyes.
... "Heh, old man, how have you been lately?"
"Master, Little Ye has been inside with Great Immortal Zhenyuan for so long, and we haven't heard anything. Could something have happened?" Sand Monk said worriedly as he watched them enter the back courtyard and heard no movement for a long while.
"Hey, Junior Brother Sha, don't worry yourself over nothing. Little Ye's a crafty kid. Maybe Great Immortal Zhenyuan will come out smiling in a bit and untie us. What do you think?"
Pig Bajie shifted into a more comfortable position after waking from his nap and spoke nonchalantly.
Besides, Sun Wukong was outside trying to figure something out. He really wasn't worried at all.
"If you hadn't been so greedy, this wouldn't have happened," Tang Sanzang said softly, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Out of respect, Great Immortal Zhenyuan hadn't tied him up; after all, he was just an ordinary monk, and his disciples could keep an eye on him.
"Who said you could talk? Shut up!" Huang Tian barked from the side. On edge, he felt a little afraid whenever he remembered the smile Ye Chen had given him before leaving.
"Heh, what's the matter? Afraid your deeds will come to light? I'm telling you, we know exactly what you've been up to. You think you covered your tracks perfectly, but there's no such thing as a wall without cracks. Just you wait, kid—you're as good as dead." Seeing Huang Tian's furious expression filled Pig Bajie with glee. No matter how perfectly you did it or how cleanly you covered it up, sooner or later