Sanzang was dressed in simple, spotless monk's robes. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, a flash of understanding crossing his clear eyes before being replaced by a deeper wariness.
He pressed his palms together, his gaze fixed on the temple. "This place is called Zhenyuan Temple," he said, his tone grave. "It is the secluded home of a True Monarch from the Daoist Sect, a master with vast Divine Techniques and venerable seniority.
"I had not expected our journey to lead us here, but it seems some unseen force has drawn us to this place.
"This venerable elder's Daoist title is 'The Nine Heavens Pure Origin Responsive Thunder Manifesting Transformation Marvelous Being, True Monarch Pu Du'.
"His Cultivation is unfathomable, and he is the master of this place.
"You will all follow me inside. Be on your best behavior. I will not tolerate the slightest disrespect or rashness.
