The complaints from Tang Sanzang and the others left Sha Seng utterly dumbfounded.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?
The three classic questions of utter bewilderment.
But he was no fool. In practically the blink of an eye, he realized that every one of these fellows before him had to be a transmigrator.
But how was that possible?
Wasn't I supposed to be the protagonist?
Judging by this situation, I'm the fucking supporting character!
Still, this discovery made the atmosphere between them far less tense than before. They were all transmigrators, after all, so naturally they had plenty to talk about.
Nothing like meeting someone from back home!
After just a few exchanges, they had pretty much become friends.
And what did transmigrators do when they got together? Eat hot pot, of course!
Considering that Sha Seng hadn't eaten well all these years and couldn't leave the Flowing Sand River, Tang Sanzang and the others went straight to a nearby city to buy some food. They set up a table beside the Flowing Sand River and, naturally, started chatting and shooting the breeze.
Through their conversation, the others finally learned just how miserable Sha Seng's life had been all these years.
No wonder his resentment reached the heavens. Anyone put through something like that would probably feel just as stifled and aggrieved.
After all, they had all been ordinary people before. Before he could even adjust his mindset after transmigrating, he had been forced to endure ten thousand arrows piercing his heart for two hundred years.
Good heavens!
In their previous lives, a person's entire lifetime amounted to only a few decades at most!
"So you've had it that rough all these years, brother. No wonder!"
"Exactly. You're forgiven."
"We're all on the same