"Master, should we stop and rest for a while?"
Seeing Tang Sanzang drenched in sweat, Sun Wukong hesitated for a long time before asking him.
"There's no need to stop and rest. We should reach Spirit Mountain as soon as possible."
Tang Sanzang kept walking without even turning his head, showing no intention of stopping to rest.
There was only one thing on his mind now: reaching Spirit Mountain as soon as possible to obtain the true scriptures.
Once he had accomplished that, Tang Sanzang intended to return straight to the bandit mountain from before and never leave again.
"Master, you're only a mortal of flesh and blood. If you keep pushing yourself for so long, you'll do irreparable damage to your body."
Seeing how poorly Tang Sanzang was holding up, Zhu Bajie hurried to persuade him.
"If you wear your body out, you'll only end up delaying even more things."
Perhaps those last words from Zhu Bajie made Tang Sanzang realize that rushing along like this was not a good thing.
After a period of silence, Tang Sanzang finally stopped.
"How much longer do you think it will take us to reach the Western Heaven?"
As Tang Sanzang stopped to rest, he suddenly turned to Zhu Bajie and the others and asked them.
"Reaching the Western Heaven is no simple matter. At our current pace, it will take at least several more years."
Zhu Bajie hurried to give him a vague answer.
In truth, without the ordeals along the Journey to the West, reaching the Western Heaven would hardly have been difficult for them.
"In that case, I'll listen to you and make my way to the Western Heaven slowly."
After saying that, Tang Sanzang sank into an even deeper silence.
Zhu Bajie and the others could do absolutely