The Tang Monk rode the White Dragon Horse, and upon seeing that Daoist, he was startled.
That person wore a purple-gold crown and a worry-free crane cloak. Boots adorned his feet, a silk belt tied at his waist. His body resembled a child's, his face like a beauty's. Three strands of beard floated beneath his chin, raven locks layered around his temples.
There was a beauty mark at the corner of his eye, giving an ethereal elegance.
"Wukong, look, that person must be an old immortal."
The Tang Monk dismounted from afar and walked toward him step by step.
Zhu Bajie was immediately alarmed, "Master, Master, how come you never learn from the past? That person seems so strange, he might be another demon!"
Zhu Zhengwei sat in the gazebo, drinking tea, rare to be dressed in Immortal Zhenyuan's formal attire, secretly observing these people.
The group led by the Tang Monk was already moving slowly.
