Xuanzang's voice was very soft.
Yet everyone gathered around him let out a breath of relief at once.
Bajie was the first to crowd closer.
He nearly pressed himself right up to Xuanzang's face.
"Master, you're finally awake!"
"You slept far too deeply this time."
"The mountain nearly collapsed, and you were still sleeping soundly!"
Before Xuanzang could reply, Little White Dragon pushed Bajie aside.
Pale-faced but smiling, Little White Dragon said, "Master just woke up. You're filthy, so keep your distance!"
Xuanzang looked at Little White Dragon. A strip of white cloth circled his forehead, slightly sunken where his dragon horn had once grown. That spot had now caved in.
His brows drew together slightly, and he asked softly, "Wuji, are you hurt?"
Little White Dragon lowered his eyes. "Master, your disciple is fine."
Xuanzang tried to sit up, and Wukong hurriedly reached out to support his back.
"Easy, Master."
Sha Wujing quickly supported Xuanzang from the other side.
Bajie looked at Little White Dragon and clicked his tongue. "Fine, my ass."
"Your dragon horn was broken off, and you call that fine?"
Little White Dragon's eyelid twitched, and he looked up to glare at Bajie.
"What?" Bajie said, utterly unabashed. "Am I wrong?"
Turning to Xuanzang, Bajie raised a hand and pointed at Little White Dragon's forehead.
"Master, you have no idea."
"Eldest Brother went with him to rescue A-Hu."
"There were two of you fighting one, and you were there to save A-Hu. How did you end up hurt the worst?"
"That bull kept hitting you. Why didn't you fight back?"
The more Bajie spoke, the more worked up he became. He turned to Little White Dragon.
"And you!"
"When someone hits you, can't you hit back? Can't you at least dodge?"
"Besides, if you can't beat