Everyone finished paying their respects.
The Wuji Kingdom Ruler entered the hall, approached Xuanzang, and bowed deeply.
"Holy monk, you saved my life and cleared the injustice against me. I have no way to repay you."
"Please accompany me to the palace. I have already issued orders to prepare a grand banquet."
Xuanzang shook his head. "Your Majesty, you have been away from the palace for three years. How could you not miss your queen and crown prince? What you should do now is return to reunite with them and put the affairs of state back in order. We wandering monks should not intrude."
"You have taken the Bodhisattva's guidance to heart. The rest depends entirely on you. What need is there to thank us?"
He paused and looked up at the sky. "Besides, I did not sleep well last night, and much has happened today. I truly am rather tired. I would like to spend one more night at Baolin Temple, then set out tomorrow."
"If Your Majesty still feels uneasy, please have our Travel Pass endorsed."
"We will leave first thing tomorrow morning."
Standing nearby, Little White Dragon handed over the Travel Pass at just the right moment, without waiting to be told.
The ruler took the pass, unsure what to say. He glanced pleadingly at Wukong and Bajie beside him, hoping they would persuade Xuanzang.
Wukong yawned, shrank the Golden Cudgel to the size of an embroidery needle, and casually tucked it behind his ear before drawling:
"I hadn't realized I was tired until Master said so. Now Old Sun suddenly feels a little worn out too."
"You there, king, hurry home. You haven't been back in three years. Why waste time exchanging courtesies with us instead of enjoying some warmth with your family?"
"As for your