And so the scripture-seeking party set off.
But the atmosphere among the three of them was decidedly strange.
Three people, three teams.
None of them trusted the others, and each harbored enormous secrets.
Though they looked like a team, in truth, they barely spoke to one another as they traveled, sat, or rested each day.
Whenever Sun Wukong had a spare moment, he busied himself cultivating the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. To him, it seemed that mastering even a few of its Dao Arts would make him invincible.
Naturally, he had to cultivate diligently to put a few more trump cards up his sleeve.
After all, once the Journey to the West ended, he intended to settle the whole account with the Western Buddhist Sect.
Under these circumstances, he had neither the time nor the inclination to talk to anyone else.
As for Tang Sanzang, there was even less to say. Every day, he immersed himself in the pleasure of killing monsters and leveling up, without bothering to think about anything else.
Clearly, as far as Tang Sanzang was concerned, killing monsters, leveling up, and constantly growing stronger was the only way to go. Naturally, he could not be bothered with anything else.
Ao Run, on the other hand, was rather laid-back. Whenever they reached a new place, he went into seclusion for several days. Frankly, because of him, the delays in their scripture-seeking journey began multiplying.
A stretch of road they could have covered in one day dragged on for three or four. They should have reached Gao Family Village in a month, but instead, the journey took nearly half a year.
Good grief!
This left plenty of people in the Heavenly Court and even the Buddhist School so astonished that their spectacles shattered all over the floor, but ultimately,