"You only know how to eat!" Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and turned to keep walking. "When we reach the next town, I'll find you something to eat. Cut the nonsense for now and focus on the road. If you delay our great mission to obtain the scriptures, Master won't forgive you!"
Chu Yang walked at the back of the group, his hands clasped behind his back and his pace unhurried as he casually took in the scenery around him. The Black Short Blade at his waist swayed gently with his steps, the scratch on its sheath appearing and disappearing beneath the spring sunlight. Looking at Tang Monk's back ahead, then at the bickering Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, he smiled faintly and said softly, "All right, Brother Monkey, Ba Jie, stop arguing. Master is already feeling somewhat melancholy. If you keep making noise, you'll only upset him further. Women's Country may be wonderful, but it is not where we belong. Journeying west for the scriptures is what we should be doing."
Hearing this, Tang Monk slowly opened his eyes and looked at Chu Yang, a gentle smile appearing on his face. "Chu Yang is right. Everything in this world has its karma. The King of Women's Country and I met only once; the arising and fading of fate are both ordained. There is no need for us to linger over it. Only by continuing west with single-minded devotion can we live up to the trust placed in us by Buddha Tathagata and the Emperor of Great Tang."
"Master is right!" Sun Wukong hurriedly nodded, his tone becoming more restrained. "I, Old Sun, was only worried that this fool would let his thoughts run wild and delay our proper business. Rest assured, Master. I, Old Sun, will protect you well,