Years and years have gone by since their journey to the west has ended. The resurrection of the Ox-Demon-King, Gyumaoh and the constant battles with numerous demons ceased to exist.

With all the scriptures including Maten's safe in hand, the group promptly made their departure from India, questioning if staying together in a group would be a wise decision. Nevertheless, they remain close, deciding to reside in the outskirts of a small town.

Quickly preparing dinner, Ami briefly looked up, her face instantly lightening up as she gaze at the priest walking into the kitchen.

Smiling sheepishly, Ami was accompanied by strong arms wrapping around her waist, with Sanzo's chin pressed firmly on her shoulder. Lips lightly brushed against her ear and at that moment she could have swore she heard him whispered. "I missed you."

With commitment foremost being difficult and most readily proven during tough times, their commitment continued to be an essential to their love.