However, this feeling of worry did not last long. The initial suspicion and vigilance slowly faded away in the subsequent days, until they finally disappeared altogether. Everything was too familiar to Sun Wukong, so familiar that he couldn't muster even a bit of caution. It was as if his life was meant to be this way, slowly, step by step, heading westward with his master and brother disciples.
As for why or what was there, these no longer seemed important. Having a direction was enough. They would travel when the sun rose, rest when it climbed a few spans into the sky, recommence their journey when it slanted, and when the sun set, they would find a place to rest for the night.
