Stopping and walking, more than half a month had passed, and during these days, Jiang Liu naturally focused on cultivation.
Relatively speaking, Sha Wujing on the road was silent, obviously sensing Jiang Liu's dislike for him.
However, Sha Wujing didn't care much about this; what he sought was simply to do his job well, and then, upon reaching the Western Heaven, to be peacefully conferred his title—nothing more.
Since the Scripture Seeker was quite averse to him, he decided to speak less and just quietly tag along with him to the Western Heaven; there was no need to seek his favor.
"Hey, Master..."
Jiang Liu sat cross-legged on the White Dragon Horse, cultivating, when suddenly Sun Wukong, who was flying mid-air and scouting ahead, descended from the sky.
"Wukong, what's the matter?" Jiang Liu asked, opening his eyes.
"Master, I, Old Sun, saw a mountain village ahead, about a hundred and eighty households by the looks of it!" Sun Wukong responded.
