With a thoughtful hum, Tathagata gave himself some face and said, "But what if someone disrupts my subjugation of the monkey? I'm not absolutely certain I can take this person down."
At these words, Zhunti and Jieyin also fell into contemplation, especially Jieyin, whose normally brooding face was now even more furrowed.
The West truly was plagued with disasters, and now things had come to this; there was no telling what set-backs might arise when the Journey to the West officially began.
"Let's do this!" Zhunti suddenly broke the fleeting calm.
"I will bestow upon you the Power of the Saint. Should that person appear, wield it at the critical moment to obliterate them and eradicate future troubles!" Zhunti spoke with the composure of an old monk deep in meditation, yet his voice was filled with murderous resolve, and his gaze was too intimidating to meet.
