Hearing this, the Magic Lord with Hundred Eyes slightly furrowed his brow and said, "Now that you mention it, I seem to have been on the journey to the West myself..."
There was a collective silence from the crowd.
After a while, a Taoist with seven women, along with seven little demons, packed up their belongings and moved out altogether.
On the other hand, Tang Sanzang had been galloping on his horse for who knows how long. As the sun was about to set, he finally arrived at the foot of a towering mountain where an old stele bore three large characters—Pan Silk Ridge.
Once Tang Sanzang confirmed he had reached the right place, he patted the head of the White Dragon Horse and said, "Little White, wait for me here at the bottom of the mountain, while I go up to vanquish demons and remove evil!"
The White Dragon Horse grinned and said, "Master, really, you can take me with you. You know me, I'm only interested in horses."
