F*ck, not a Family Heirloom

Scratching his head, Di Tou let out a soft cough to break the silence before saying, "Alright, we should be nearing the end of the forest now, so it's probably best that we walk out normally so we don't draw attention before we're familiar with the surroundings." 

Seeing Wu Kong nod, Di Tou thought for a moment before digging through his Spatial Ring and letting out a sigh of relief. It was a good thing that old habits died hard, so Di Tou had brought a change of clothes even though there was no reason he'd ever have to swap out of his self-cleaning, self-drying, all-purpose magical gray robe. Taking the robe, he tossed it at Wu Kong and said, "Brother Wu, it's probably best that you change clothes if you don't want to pretend to be a monk." Looking at the gray robe, Wu Kong thought for a moment before agreeing and swapping his somewhat tattered monk-garbs for the robe.