Though Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang were united in appearance but divided at heart, they still had to keep up the act.
Since Little White Dragon had not shown himself, they naturally could not bring him up on their own, or something was bound to go wrong.
They could only give up, then.
All they could do now was hope the Western Buddhist Sect would react quickly, or the problem would become serious.
After all, to put it bluntly, Tang Sanzang could hardly return to recruit Little White Dragon after taking Zhu Bajie into his company, could he?
There was nothing else they could do.
They could only leave this headache to the Western Buddhist Sect.
But the truth was worse than either of them imagined. The Western Buddhist Sect had actually noticed something was wrong long ago. It was simply that, with Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang at Eagle Sorrow Ravine, they could not easily intervene directly.
To be honest, even Maitreya might struggle to bring this matter under control.
That was the plain truth.
Last time, the formation Little White Dragon had set up in the West Sea Dragon Palace had only barely been broken after a Sage personally intervened. What about now?
To be honest, after dealing with Little White Dragon earlier, Maitreya had paid Ao Run no further attention and gone straight off to handle other matters. After all, Journey to the West was about to begin, and the Buddhist School had far too many preparations to make.
Thus, they had actually only been paying serious attention to the matter at hand for about half a month.
When Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang were nearing Eagle Sorrow Ravine, Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva had already come to Little White Dragon, hoping to have him prepare in advance.
But a