Green Ox's ears twitched.
He looked at the hand the young man held out.
He shuffled half a step forward.
The next instant.
Everything around them turned back into chaos.
There was no heaven.
There was no earth.
Great King Si abruptly raised his head.
Those eyes, vacant for so long, finally focused.
He looked neither at Wukong nor at the root patterns spreading beneath his feet.
He only stared fixedly at Xuanzang.
His lips moved several times before he managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"Little Ox..."
"Is that my name?"
Xuanzang shook his head. "It is not your name."
The light in Great King Si's eyes dimmed slightly.
But Xuanzang continued:
"Think again, benefactor."
The light in Great King Si's eyes flickered.
He lowered his head again.
Bajie let out a breath.
"Well, I'll be."
He looked down at the Nine-Toothed Rake in his arms, then back at Great King Si.
"Tsk, tsk. I knew the Ox Lord was powerful, but I never imagined his origins were so grand."
"He weathered heavenly fire, drank the waters of the earth, and held up all living beings."
"Then the Dao Ancestor personally split him out of a tree."
Bajie's ears quivered.
Little White Dragon looked at Great King Si.
"Master, if his origins are so extraordinary, why has he forgotten everything?"
A-Hu said nothing, merely leaning forward a little.
Xuanzang did not answer directly. Instead, he looked at Wukong.
"Wukong, do you have any questions?"
Wukong sat cross-legged before Xuanzang, his chin propped on one hand, his brows drawing lower and lower.
At Xuanzang's question, Wukong scratched his face.
"Master, this story certainly has a grand scale."
"And it sounds lively enough."
"But the more I listen, the stranger it seems."
Xuanzang smiled. "Whatever puzzles you, feel free to