The howling wind whistled past, causing Tang Sanzang's kasaya to flap loudly in the breeze.
Underneath the shining bald head, his handsome face full of resolve, he looked toward the now invisible Rosen and murmured, "When you do as you please to others, there will eventually be someone who does the same to you."
Having said that, Tang Sanzang turned and walked back to the guesthouse as if he had not just been through a battle.
If Rosen hadn't been careless, perhaps he wouldn't have been so easily sent flying by the Tathāgata Divine Palm; even if he didn't die from it, he most likely still lost a layer of skin.
After returning to the guesthouse, Qin Jun raised his glass with a smile to Tang Sanzang: "As expected of Jin Chanzi, indeed worthy of being the Sandalwood Merit Buddha, what great ability!"
"Your Majesty, don't make fun of me," Tang Sanzang waved his hand with a smile, then sat down at the table on his own, noticing that Yang Jian and the others were looking at him.
