Inside the Yingyang Posthouse, the main doors had been closed again.
The Posthouse Steward and the dozen or so female attendants remained in the front courtyard, guarding the entrance.
Even through two sets of doors, those inside could still hear the drums and music gradually fading into the distance.
The moment Bajie returned, he made straight for the banquet table without the slightest detour.
"Good, the food hasn't gone cold."
He plopped down, grabbed a steamed bun, and stuffed it into his mouth.
A-Hu sat beside him. "Bajie, eat a little slower. Nobody's fighting you for it."
Bajie laughed. "Oh, Tiger Sister, Master's already gotten things underway. If we don't eat now, we'll have to hit the road again when he comes back. Wouldn't this whole table of fine food go to waste?"
"We've got to eat quickly!"
A-Hu said helplessly, "You always have an answer."
Bajie merely grinned and called to the side, "Old Sha, what are you doing? Come eat! Sit beside me!"
Sha Wujing had been packing their luggage. Hearing his senior brother call, he came over and sat down.
For every bun Bajie ate, he handed one to Sha Wujing.
Sha Wujing hurriedly waved his hands. "Second Senior Brother, I'm not hungry."
Bajie looked at him. "Eat! Didn't you see the people guarding the door? If none of us touches the banquet, won't we give ourselves away?"
Sha Wujing thought it over, found that reasonable, and began eating with him.
A-Hu shook her head. Little White Dragon paid them no attention and instead asked Wukong:
"Eldest Senior Brother, have Master and the others left?"
Wukong pulled out a chair and sat down.
He casually took a piece of fruit from the platter.
"They have."
He took a bite, his gaze fixed on the main doors.
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