Marshal Canopy and the others also came over and examined the child, but they found nothing unusual.
In the end, Goku decided to save the child. Since he had detected no unusual aura, he might as well help. Though he still harbored some suspicions, all they needed was to remain vigilant.
Xuanzang stepped forward, patted the child on the head, then checked his wrists and ankles. Having been tied up and hung by ropes, the child's wrists and ankles were red and swollen, and in terrible pain. Unable to stand, he could only sit on the ground.
Xuanzang took out some medicine from the luggage and immediately applied it to the child's wrists and ankles.
"You needn't worry about these injuries. I developed this medicine myself, and it works wonders on wounds like these. After applying it, you'll be mostly healed in two or three days. You'll just need to wait for the surface wounds to recover gradually," Xuanzang said to the child with a smile.
Xuanzang had often traveled in the past, and injuries were unavoidable on the road. Over time, he had gradually developed this kind of medicine himself.
"Thank you, Master. You're such a good person," the child said gratefully as he looked at Xuanzang.
Goku had been watching the child from the side. When he saw the gratitude in the child's eyes as he looked at Xuanzang, he relaxed slightly. That gratitude had come from the heart—eyes could not lie.
The child's grateful gaze was genuine. It was not something one could fake through mere pretense.
"Where is your home? Shall we take you back?" Xuanzang asked.
"My home is to the west. I'm not sure exactly where, but I know the way," the child said.
"I'll carry you..."
Before Xuanzang could finish, Goku stopped him.