White Dragon Horse, hooves heading west, carrying Sanzang Monk of Tang trotting along three...
Uh, accompanied by three disciples, leisurely heading towards the Western Heaven.
If someone unaware sees their journey to the west, it would simply look like a sightseeing tour.
"Hey, hey, disciples, it's already late! Hurry and rest!" Jiang Liu spoke after looking at the sky and indeed, it was near dusk.
Since the business with Zhurong, in the blink of an eye, another week's time had passed.
In this week, Jiang Liu and his group had walked about two to three hundred li.
Because it's winter now, the sky gets dark very early.
If calculated in terms of one's previous life experience, around seven o'clock in the summer evenings it's still light, but come winter, around five in the evening, it's already dark.
So, if one were to say which season Jiang Liu liked the most, it would naturally be winter!
The early darkness allows him to rest early and not have to continue on the journey.