"What do you think we should do, then?" Sun Wukong irritably tugged at the hairs on his head. "We can't beat them, and we can't escape! Are we supposed to sit in this damn hole and wait to die? Even when I, Old Sun, was pinned beneath Five Fingers Mountain for five hundred years, I never suffered this kind of humiliation!"
Chu Yang took a deep breath, trying to suppress the burning pain in his chest. He glanced at the Tang Monk, who was chanting scriptures, then turned his gaze to Sun Wukong. A cold, faintly mocking curve formed at the corner of his lips.
"Brother Monkey... do you really think... those three demons are wild demons born and raised in this lower realm?"
Sun Wukong froze, his brow furrowing. "What do you mean by that? Do they have some enormous backing? I, Old Sun, don't care what backing they have! Even if they're relatives of the Jade Emperor, if they provoke me, I'll still beat them!"
"They aren't relatives of the Jade Emperor..." Chu Yang lowered his voice, yet in the dark cave, his words rang out as clearly as thunder. "They are the... precious darlings of the Western Paradise."
The moment those words fell, the cave became deathly silent. Even the Tang Monk, who had been chanting with his eyes closed, abruptly stopped and opened eyes full of shock.
"Young Hero Chu... you... what nonsense are you saying? The Western Paradise... is a pure and tranquil sacred land of Buddhism. How could it possibly be connected to such monstrous demons who eat people and drink blood?" The Tang Monk's voice trembled. Clearly, Chu Yang's words had dealt a tremendous blow to his steadfast faith.
"Master... I'm not talking nonsense." Chu Yang suppressed a cough and stared intensely at