When Time Stop ended, Tang Sanzang looked at his three useless disciples, who were poised to spring into action, and rewarded each with a Master's Iron Fist.
As the three disciples scurried away with their hands over their heads, yet still vainly tried to subdue Tang Sanzang before them.
Tang Sanzang's quiet voice rang in the three demons' ears: "I will do as the three Sages intend. When the merit is complete, there will be places for you in Buddhism too!"
Hearing Tang Sanzang's words, the three Demon Cultivators abandoned their plan to subdue him.
Leaving aside the fact that, even if the three demons fought to the death, they probably could not hurt this formidable monk before them.
Their bond as master and disciples was merely role-playing on this Journey to the West, with the interests of various parties entangled behind them.
This Journey to the West was merely a game played by Sages, and all they bore were the Sages' instructions, so long as Tang Sanzang could follow the Sages' arrangements and complete this Journey to the West step by step.
Even if Tang Sanzang knew the secret behind it, what could he do?
However strong Tang Sanzang was, he could not be stronger than the three Sages!
The three Demon Cultivators, who had revealed their Demon Race true forms, once again assumed kindly expressions, softly chanting sutras with compassion for all living things, as though their earlier savagery had been nothing but an illusion.
Since all pretense had been torn away, everyone was now playing this game with their cards faceup. Whatever happened along the way, as long as Tang Sanzang successfully fulfilled the purpose of this Journey to the West, their merit would likewise count as complete.
But all four of them knew perfectly well that