The hall fell quiet for a moment.
Bajie looked at Little White Dragon and shook his head.
Then he turned to Sha Wujing and sighed.
He did not dare look at A-Hu, and finally settled his gaze on Wukong.
"Brother Monkey, what do you think we should do?"
Wukong stood with his arms folded, leaning against the table.
"What else can we do? Since Master said he wanted to meet the Queen, of course he has to meet her."
Then he looked at Xuanzang. "Master, though, the fool did have a point just now. There's plenty that's strange here. It really wouldn't be safe for you to go in alone."
Bajie immediately nodded at that. "Right? I really thought things through this time."
Wukong glanced at him without responding.
Then he suddenly raised a hand and wiped it across his face, making Bajie's vision blur.
That hairy face and Thunder God mouth vanished in an instant.
When Bajie looked again, the person standing beside the table had become Xuanzang.
His brows, his features, his build.
Even his robes had changed into the monk's robes Xuanzang was wearing at that moment.
Bajie stood beside him, dumbfounded.
"Brother Monkey, why did you turn into Master?"
Wukong pressed his palms together, composing his expression as well.
Even his voice was exactly like Xuanzang's. "This humble monk will accompany them into the palace."
Bajie stared for two breaths.
Then he circled around him.
First he inspected his ears, then his nose, before finally fixing his gaze on Wukong's eyes.
Wukong lifted his eyelids. "What are you looking at?"
Bajie rubbed his chin. "You do look like him."
"It's just that your eyes are too lively."
Wukong raised a hand and shoved his head away.
"Shoo, shoo."
Bajie stumbled back two steps from the shove,