Wukong gave him a sidelong glance and ignored him.
Bajie refused to give up and was just about to sidle over and make more of a nuisance of himself.
A foot kicked him in the backside from behind.
"Ow!"
Bajie lurched forward, staggered several steps, and nearly crashed into A-Hu, who was lying on the floor.
A-Hu had just been roused by the noise and was still waking up. Startled by this sudden ball of flesh, he gave a low growl toward the doorway.
Then he shuffled closer to Xuanzang.
Bajie steadied himself and turned around, clutching his backside.
"Little White! What did you kick me for?"
Little White Dragon pulled the outer meditation room's door shut, then leaned against the inner room's doorframe and snorted.
"You talk too much, and you're loud! It's the dead of night. What if you draw someone over here? Who else would I kick?"
Wukong grinned and clapped appreciatively. "Good kick, Little White! This idiot's got a foul mouth. He's just begging for a beating."
Seeing Bajie about to retort, he tipped his chin at him and let his smile fade. "Enough. Stop fooling around. Business comes first!"
Bajie sullenly shut his mouth and shuffled over to sit in a chair, rubbing his backside and still muttering something under his breath.
Little White Dragon leaned against the doorframe, listening while keeping an ear on the sounds outside.
Wukong settled into another languid pose, propping his head on one hand as he looked at Sha Wujing.
"Old Sha, go on. What did that little stone say?
"What sort of aura did you have on you?"
"It could actually draw your soul over there. That's no small ability!"
After his senior brothers' interruption, Sha Wujing had calmed down completely.
He looked at Xuanzang and Wukong, scratching