Just as Tang Sanzang was beginning to doubt himself, Nüyin sat alone in her room, her face filled with confusion.
She, too, had many peculiar feelings about Tang Sanzang.
Whenever she looked at Tang Sanzang, she always sensed something trustworthy about him.
But that was absolutely impossible!
As a bandit who raided homes and robbed people, whom could she possibly trust?
Besides, he was only a monk she had met for the first time. How could he suddenly make her feel that she could trust him?
Could this monk be using some kind of sorcery?
But that was impossible, too.
If this monk truly had some means at his disposal, why would he still be here?
No matter how one looked at it, this place was a Bandit Den.
If Tang Sanzang had that ability, he would probably have escaped long ago.
"Could this monk really be some sort of master?"
Many doubts involuntarily arose in Nüyin's heart.
Here, Nüyin had already encountered countless sham monks who fished for fame and praise.
Yet she had never met a single genuine monk worthy of being called a master.
Could this Tang Sanzang be a true master who grieved for the heavens and pitied all living beings?
But weren't masters like that supposed to be white-haired, with faces full of benevolence?
Why did this Tang Sanzang look like someone out to seduce people instead?
With those doubts in her heart, Nüyin walked out of her room, her expression unsettled.
Without realizing it, Nüyin arrived outside the cell where Tang Sanzang and his companions were being held.
"Master, look at that person outside the door. Isn't she the one you've been pining for day and night?"
Zhu Bajie spotted Nüyin at once and hurriedly called out to Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang opened his