Little White Dragon led A-Hu ahead of Xuanzang. When he felt A-Hu stop, he turned to glance at his master, seemingly noticing the homesickness in Xuanzang's eyes.
He rolled his eyes with flawless precision, then coldly mocked Bajie:
"Sticking scallions in a pig's snout to pass yourself off as an elephant! 'Our Great Tang's Chang'an City,' indeed! Were you born a Great Tang man, or raised a Great Tang pig?"
Bajie immediately took offense. His neck thickened as he turned and snapped:
"Third Junior Brother! What did Old Pig ever do to you? You're always picking on me! I haven't even settled the score for that kick you gave me in the woods last time! What, our master is a holy monk of the Great Tang, and Old Pig is his direct disciple. Is saying 'our Great Tang' really reaching above my station?!"
Little White Dragon snorted, folding his arms across his chest with a look of contempt. The two seemed about to clash again.
Wukong loved watching these two bicker. He promptly leaped onto the luggage pole and, waggling his eyebrows, fanned the flames from the sidelines:
"Exactly, exactly! Old Sun can testify-that was one solid kick!"
Sweat beaded all over Wujing's forehead as he hurried between them to break things up. "Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, don't quarrel, don't quarrel..."
Xuanzang looked at his disciples, who had started making a racket again, and shook his head helplessly.
Their antics had completely swept away his homesickness. He gently patted A-Hu's neck and interrupted with a smile:
"Enough. Stop making trouble. Since we have reached another kingdom, we should first have our Travel Pass endorsed."
He looked at Little White Dragon and said:
"Wuji, go announce our arrival. Tell them we are monks from the Great Tang and need