The old man looked at the monk in front of him, whose face was fair but who seemed a bit slow-witted, and nodded slightly, "Makes sense..."
Tang Sanzang was about to speak when Sun Wukong quickly interjected, "I'm not sure what your son did to make you dislike him so much."
The old man sighed, "Ah, that beast is no good, forever shirking his proper duties, and on top of that, always robbing homes, ambushing travelers, murdering, and setting fires—he's done all sorts of evil. And the company he keeps is nothing but a bunch of rascals... It's been five days since he left, and he hasn't come back yet."
Hearing this, Sun Wukong and the others exchanged glances subconsciously, and transmitted to each other in secret, "Damn... It couldn't have been those guys we killed today, could it?"
Zhu Ganglie said, "Brother Monkey, I told you to show some mercy, but your hands are always too heavy. Look... How are we supposed to explain this to the old man?"
