Do whatever you want, I'm not bothered, let those baldies in the West handle it themselves if they can!
To Sun Wukong, the most he does each day is run some errands, prepare three meals, and the rest of the time he is quite free.
Dragging on indefinitely, the man and the monkey didn't know how much time they spent, and finally arrived at Eagle's Sorrow Stream.
The aura of the Dragon Clan made the little tiger, who served as a mount, very uncomfortable. Upon arriving here, it showed some reluctance to move forward.
Luckily, Chen Sanzang emitted Buddha Power, soothing it a bit, and the little tiger slightly regained its normalcy.
There's no helping it, the innate dignity pressure of a pure dragon is indeed a hefty suppression on the bloodline of ordinary demons.
"Old Chen, do you want to eat dragon meat?"
The intense dragon aura was sensed by Sun Wukong even outside Eagle's Sorrow Stream.
