During their conversation, three old men walked out, the first with silver-white hair, the second with green temples fluttering, and the third with sparse hair.
Although the appearances and clothes of the three were different from one another, each was brimming with vitality and spirit.
The trio came forward hand in hand, their banter carrying the air of literary giants.
Even though he did not know who they were, if they had intended to attack him, he would not have minded acting to universally save them.
Naturally, the three old men had no idea what Xuanzang was thinking. Upon approaching, they bowed in unison and said, "Greetings to the Holy Monk of the Great Tang!"
As the saying goes, one does not strike a smiling face, so Xuanzang nodded in return as a form of greeting and awaited what would come next.
At that moment, Jingjie joined in with a smile and said, "Holy Monk, we truly mean no harm."
