The group left the mysterious city and continued on their Journey to the West. Along the way, the scenery grew increasingly desolate, and sandstorms raged across the sky.
"Master, the road ahead looks terribly dangerous!" Bajie muttered, hastily using his sleeve to wipe the dust from his face.
Subodhi held a fly whisk, his expression solemn as he gazed far into the distance, and said in a deep voice, "Fear not. As long as we stand united as one, we will surely turn peril into safety."
Chapter 17