Tang Sanzang was, after all, a mortal. With the White Dragon Horse nowhere nearby and forced to rely entirely on his own two legs, a journey of a hundred miles—which in the eyes of Sun Wukong and the others took merely the blink of an eye—took Tang Sanzang two full days.
By noon on the third day, the master and his three disciples finally arrived before Fire Cloud Cave.
They found the cave all decked out in lanterns and colorful banners, draped in bright red silks and radiating a thoroughly festive atmosphere. The only thing that somewhat spoiled the mood was that all the minor demons in the cave wore strips of white cloth tied around their waists, as if in mourning.
Chapter 189