"S-Senior Brother, this..."
Watching the party's retreating backs, Mingyue's arrogance instantly gave way to a deathly pallor. He tugged at Qingfeng's sleeve and trembled as he said:
"Th-they left? They really left?"
Qingfeng's mind also rang with a sudden buzz, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
Before leaving, their master had told them that Tang Sanzang was the reincarnation of Golden Cicada Child and an old friend of his. Such explicit instructions had to concern something important. If their master returned and learned that they had driven his old friend away over a few heated words...
At the thought of their master's methods, both felt their calves cramp.
They had not merely angered a monk into leaving-they had angered their own lives away!
"Quick! Go after them!"
Abandoning all pretense of immortal dignity, they tucked their fly whisks into their waistbands, hitched up the hems of their embroidered Daoist robes, and scrambled down the steps, shouting after Xuanzang:
"Elder! Holy monk! Please stop, holy monk! Please stop!"
Perhaps because of the howling mountain wind, none of Xuanzang's party stopped.
A-Hu moved so swiftly that the tiger rounded a bend in the mountain in the blink of an eye.
Qingfeng and Mingyue had no choice but to ride clouds in pursuit.
Once they caught up, they disregarded the mud underfoot and planted themselves directly in front of A-Hu.
"Holy monk! Please calm your anger!"
Panting, Qingfeng forced a smile uglier than tears and bowed repeatedly, bending so low his waist nearly reached the ground:
"Please show mercy, holy monk! We were ignorant just now and offended you and your disciples."
"Before Master left to attend a lecture at Miro Palace, he specifically instructed us to entertain you properly and never neglect you. If you leave, he'll surely expel us when