"What?" Sun Wukong stared at Wuzhiqi in disbelief, quickly rushed to Song Sanzang's side as he lay on the ground, and cautiously extended a finger to check beneath Song Sanzang's nose.
Sun Wukong did this out of sheer panic. Ordinarily, his cultivation level made such cumbersome checks unnecessary; a single glance would tell him whether Song Sanzang was still alive. But at this moment, he could no longer trust his own instincts.
"Is... is he really gone?" Sun Wukong looked at Wuzhiqi, who nodded with a bewildered expression. "Old Sun, what... what are we supposed to do now?" Neither of them had any experience dealing with this.
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