Although they were all essentially the same person, their different experiences had brought about considerable changes in their attitudes.
Tang Sanzang was steady and principled, holding himself to strict standards.
Sun Wukong was wild and unruly, and extremely combative.
Zhu Bajie had no interest in women, but he was hopelessly lazy.
Sha Wujing was a man of few words, toiling without complaint.
Little White Dragon concealed pride within his heart. He was mature, but he also had a mischievous side.
Their attitudes mainly arose from the roles they were acting out.
However, those roles, in turn, also influenced who they actually were.
"Why won't you two Daoist attendants look me in the eye?"
Sun Wukong smiled at the two Daoist attendants, though his expression looked exceptionally savage.
"The holy monk is an old friend of our master. You are merely his disciples and have no connection to our Wuzhuang Temple."
Qingfeng glanced at Sun Wukong. He could not discern his cultivation level, but he still took him seriously.
As Zhen Yuanzi's Daoist attendant, Qingfeng had the standing to be proud.
"Hahaha! In that case, why don't the two of us have a bout?"
Sun Wukong looked at Qingfeng, a flash of burning battle lust passing through his eyes.
When he had wreaked havoc in Heaven, he had not enjoyed the fighting nearly enough.
After all, everyone involved was on his side. None of them could strike with a heavy hand; they were merely keeping up appearances.
Though it had looked intense, it had actually been nothing more than a performance.
From the day he had come into the world until now, he had never experienced a real battle.
"If you insist on fighting, don't blame me if I don't know when to hold back!"
Sun Wukong's attitude had clearly left