Arriving at the Five Manor Temple

Li Su proceeded with great caution, truly afraid that one careless slip would send his master on his final journey again.

Though once one's cultivation reached a certain level, one ought to be able to control one's own power with perfect finesse.

But think about it—really think about it.

What kind of person was Sun Wukong? The Great Sage Equal to Heaven! Untamed by nature, wild and unrestrained. Though he had been pinned beneath Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, before that he had been a proud Demon King, battle intent flowing through him as he fought heaven and earth. Ferocity was his byword; violence was his creed.

How could such a being possibly be born cautious and considerate of others?

Then there was Pig Bajie, a being who had somehow turned the peerlessly powerful Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Dao Arts into trash. Don't even mention control. When he ate too much, he could not even control his transformation technique—how much command over his own strength could he possibly have?

And finally, Junior Brother Sha... better not mention him.

A man who had suffered arrows piercing his heart for countless years, forced to eat people to dull the agony in his heart. He had originally been a heavenly deity, yet had been driven alive into becoming a demon. One could imagine the psychological trauma those ten thousand arrows had inflicted on him. The whole man was numb beyond saving.

And then there was Little White Dragon. Better not bring him up either, right? In the real world, dragons were the totem in the hearts of the Chinese people, mythical creatures. But in Journey to the West, they were simply a race—without question, a kind of animal. How attentive could a young, adorable little creature be after having a green hat