Wujing said, "Master, 'fallen flowers are intentional, flowing water is heartless,' and besides, it's debatable whether there's even water at all. Let's just go... My throat really can't take it anymore, I need a sip of water to soothe it."
Tang Sanzang sighed, his arms quivered slightly, and with a few crisp snaps, all the ropes broke instantly.
Seeing this, the little demons in the cave uniformly exclaimed, "Wow! This monk is so strong!"
The Bull King wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Confirmed, he looks the same and likes to play the pig to eat the tiger; it's definitely him, no question about it!"
Tang Sanzang casually tore the ropes from Wujing's body, and the two walked out dejectedly.
Outside, Zhu Ganglie was still mounted on the horse. Seeing them return, he quickly signalled with his eyes, seemingly saying, "Master, is it okay now? Please let me down, this is too uncomfortable."
