Faced with everyone's skeptical expressions,
Zhao Gongming acted as though nothing was wrong...
He nodded solemnly.
"Indeed!"
"The damage caused by the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's Havoc in Heaven this time was simply too great!"
As he spoke, Zhao Gongming muttered to himself inwardly:
"Wukong, oh Wukong!"
"This time, you'll just have to bear the blame. They're planning to send you to complete the Journey to the West Tribulation anyway... they won't do much to you!"
"At worst, Senior Brother will compensate you afterward!"
Haotian's expression grew increasingly grim.
No wonder...
Taishang Laojun had been refining pills in the Heavenly Court for so many years and supplying it with so many Immortal Pills. No wonder that, even as the Great Heavenly Lord, he had seen so few of them. It turned out Zhao Gongming had intercepted them all!
Fine, fine, fine!
You wanted to use this opportunity to settle the accounts, did you?
Then I'll capture Sun Wukong and weigh him properly... to see whether thirty thousand Immortal Pills really went into his stomach, and whether you, the God of Wealth, are lying and falsifying the books!
Just as Haotian was about to give the order,
Lord Taishang suddenly stepped forward and raised a hand toward Haotian.
"Great Heavenly Lord!"
"This old Daoist also has something to say..."
"After returning and taking stock, I found that Sun Wukong swept away all my accumulated stores. There were several thousand Immortal Pills in over a dozen gourds, and that doesn't even include what the God of Wealth counted!"
"Also, my furnace was severely damaged..."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to refine pills for quite some time!"
Haotian was left utterly dumbfounded.
"Laojun, you..."
Had you also learned to be crooked from Zhao Gongming?
You were a Saint's Good Corpse, the