Tang Sanzang clearly wasn't too concerned about this; as a demon god accustomed to life and death, the downfall of nations, and the extinction of entire tribes, he had long since become indifferent to the concept of mortality.
Everything under the heavens, in his eyes, consisted only of things he could tolerate and things he could not; there was no absolute right and absolute wrong.
He found the current marquis quite pleasing, so he sat up and said, "Stop kneeling, just tell me what's going on. Don't delay unnecessarily, wasting time; I'm in a hurry to buy green... cough cough, to save the suffering people."
Overhearing this, the marquis looked at Tang Sanzang with boundless excitement and said, "Indeed, a monk from the Great Tang is as compassionate as legend has it!"
Even Tang Sanzang, with his thick skin, blushed a bit at these words.
The officials behind him, who knew this monk's true intentions, were no longer just frothing at the mouth but were now rolling their eyes.
