What had happened on Spirit Mountain had not disrupted Tang Sanzang and his companions' journey toward the Western Heaven.
The whole affair had ended with a tiger's head and a snake's tail-a fierce beginning that dwindled to nothing.
Sun Wukong and the others had never taken the matter to heart, either.
He was only a golden-winged Great Peng. Who would spare him a second thought?
Although the golden-winged Great Peng's strength could certainly be called impressive, his special status had already sealed his future.
There was absolutely no way this golden-winged Great Peng would come to a good end!
"Master, have you felt that anything has been wrong lately?"
After hesitating for a long time, Zhu Bajie walked up beside Tang Sanzang and quietly asked him.
Lately, they had occasionally encountered demons, and Tang Sanzang's attitude toward them had been utterly cold.
He simply ordered Sun Wukong and the others to capture them.
If they were found to have done nothing wrong and had no blood on their hands, Tang Sanzang would not have Sun Wukong and the others do anything to those lesser demons.
But once Tang Sanzang learned that those lesser demons had killed people, they could not escape death.
Yet he was an eminent monk, after all. How could he do such a thing?
This turn of events was something Sun Wukong and the others had never imagined!
From the very beginning, Zhu Bajie had felt that something was wrong.
Still, he had said little about it.
But as it happened more and more often, Zhu Bajie could not help worrying about Tang Sanzang.
Zhu Bajie kept feeling that, ever since the last love calamity had ended, Tang Sanzang had become a different person.
Tang Sanzang still possessed the air of an eminent monk who grieved for