The monk, upon hearing Xuanzang's words, dared not harbor the slightest doubt.
Xuanzang entered the Pagoda.
He swept one level, then the next, all the way up to the seventh floor.
Although Xuanzang's Cultivation Level was not yet fully restored, he was still beyond comparison with ordinary mortals.
Xuanzang paused briefly and looked at Sun Wukong, asking, "How many floors does this tower have?"
"Thirteen floors, and we've only swept half of them!" Sun Wukong replied.
Xuanzang nodded and continued to sweep upward.
"Master, if you're tired, you can ask Old Sun to help you sweep!"
Sun Wukong said with a smile.
"No need, it's a small matter!"
Xuanzang waved his hand, his actions a mere ruse to deceive those in Buddhism.
As they talked, they had already arrived at the thirteenth floor.
They faintly heard voices of people speaking inside.
It seemed that someone was drinking and playing a game of dice inside.
