Tang Sanzang raised an eyebrow and said, "The quality of the disciples from the mountain is worrisome, just look at this kid, showing such anger, clearly can't keep his cool."
The little novice was about to go mad, his eyes growing fiercer.
Tang Sanzang said, "Look, look, look... he's so fierce, doesn't seem like a cultivator at all. Could he be a transformed demon? How about we knock him out and stew him for dinner?"
Sun Wukong: "@#￥..."
The little novice got such a fright that he suddenly remembered what kind of creature he had come to pick up, and instantly, cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain.
Just then, a loud laugh came, "Hahaha... Great Saint, long time no see!"
Tang Sanzang looked at Sun Wukong and asked, "An old acquaintance of yours?"
No sooner had he spoken than from that pavilion, a figure stumbled and threw one person out.
