"I say, Great Immortal, this isn't right, the Ginseng Fruit Tree has nothing to do with us, why don't you investigate further?"
Seeing that they were running out of hope, Zhu Bajie couldn't help but speak up.
He never expected that, shortly after embarking on the Journey to the West, he would encounter such a predicament; he knew the Calamity of Measure was extremely dangerous.
He definitely didn't want to die here.
"If not you, then who?"
Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi snorted with disdain.
It seemed as though he considered their words mere sophistry and didn't entertain the possibility that they might be telling the truth.
Only Sun Wukong knew the intricacies of the situation and shared a silent glance with Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi.
"In that case, Great Immortal might as well kill us. We are certain we did not topple your Ginseng Fruit Tree!"
No sooner had these words been spoken than, save for Xuanzang, Zhu Bajie and Sand Monk couldn't help but wail.
