"Could it be that we've fallen into some sort of trap?"
The man who was lulled into sleep is named Tang Qiang. Suddenly, as if facing a formidable enemy, he looked around warily, like a startled bird, which made Sun Wukong find it secretly amusing.
"Why would there be so many traps? Brother Tang, it might be because we drank too much of that Enlightenment Immortal Wine earlier and it made us fall asleep. See, we haven't lost anything from our bodies!"
Sun Wukong said, holding back his laughter. From the fake person's memory, he learned that just within one or two hours, they drank quite a bit of wine, which perfectly explains the situation.
"Seems like we really didn't lose anything..."
Tang Qiang scratched his head. This situation was indeed a little odd, but as Sun Wukong said, they didn't lose anything, and there was nothing unusual around, so he didn't dwell on it. The two continued walking towards the Ice Lake.
