As the Old Lord bowed, Bajie hurriedly ducked behind Sha Wujing.
Bajie waved both hands. "No, no, no! That's far too grand a bow. We can't accept it."
But even the normally wooden Sha Wujing was so startled that he stepped aside.
Bajie was instantly exposed.
"Old Sha!"
"Second Brother, I can't accept it either."
Bajie looked left and right, then could only shuffle behind Xuanzang.
Xuanzang did not dodge.
He pressed his palms together and bent forward to return the bow.
"There is no need for this, Dao Ancestor."
"Since this poor monk has agreed, I will naturally do my utmost."
Wukong, however, was in no hurry to speak.
Instead, he walked over to the Old Lord and draped an arm over his shoulders.
"Old fellow, family doesn't need to stand on ceremony."
The Old Lord glanced down at the hairy hand on his shoulder without saying anything.
Wukong tightened his arm around him and steered him a couple of steps aside.
"Never mind that my master has already agreed."
"If we can help with this, we certainly will."
"We'll help as much as we can."
The Old Lord smiled at that.
But Wukong abruptly changed tack. "Still, that Little Ox of yours played dirty."
"Old Sun's own business can wait. We'll settle that slowly later, but you need to answer for my junior brothers' injuries first!"
With that, Wukong turned and beckoned toward the corner.
"Little White, A-Hu."
"What are you hiding for? Come here, both of you."
Little White Dragon glanced at A-Hu.
The dragon and tiger had also hidden behind Xuanzang. At Wukong's call, Little White Dragon walked over.
Wukong pulled Little White Dragon in front of the Old Lord.
"Look. Even his horn is broken."
The wound left by the broken horn still marked Little