Riding a White Tiger (A Celebration for Ally KKRGUN!)

Lu Prefecture Market.

Cheng Er yawned boredly.

As the attendant at the only tavern in this little town, he had long since mastered a whole set of tricks for slacking off. He knew that at this hour, there would be no customers.

So he could take a little break.

Just as he basked in the sun and let out a contented yawn, tears about to well from his eyes, a commotion suddenly broke out in Lu Prefecture Market!

The crowd surged over like a roaring mountain avalanche and crashing sea, scattered with startled cries of "Great Immortal!" and "White Tiger Immortal!"

Cheng Er looked over curiously.

Then his mouth gradually fell open, wider and wider... until, with a crack, he clutched his dislocated jaw. The pain brought real tears streaming down his face.

But by then, all his attention had been seized by a single figure amid the crowd.

That person sat cross-legged atop an enormous white tiger, dressed in a Daoist robe—a young Daoist riding a tiger!

No, an immortal!

Without a second thought, Cheng Er dropped to his knees. "Great Immortal Tiger Power, savior of the suffering..."

At that moment, Aaron sat cross-legged on the white tiger's back, parading through the streets with a somewhat stiff smile.

This... sure, it's made an impactful impression, but what the hell is Great Immortal Tiger Power?

And where's Sun Wukong?

He grumbled inwardly, but his expression remained calm and unruffled as he arrived before the tavern.

"Imm... Immortal!"

Clutching his mouth, Cheng Er tried to smile, but the agony in his jaw twisted it into an expression halfway between laughter and tears. He mumbled, "P-please... this way, honored sir..."

"I am no immortal, merely an ordinary Daoist..."

Aaron looked at the people around him. Seeing that there were no reins