"Stand, or squat."
"It's that simple."
Tang Sanzang's voice was quiet, yet it rang out like a great bronze bell, echoing before the Golden Throne Hall.
Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujin, and Little White Dragon exchanged glances, confident smiles curling their lips.
"Is there even a choice to make?"
Zhu Bajie curled his lip and muttered under his breath.
"That fake king is a demon Taoist. Even the Queen said she hasn't shared his bed for three years. Unless everyone in this city is blind, they'll definitely stay standing!"
"I'll bet you this: if even one person squats, I'll eat my Nine-Toothed Rake!"
Little White Dragon nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with certainty.
Though Sha Wujin remained silent, he too felt that Zhu Bajie would never have to eat the Nine-Toothed Rake.
However.
The instant their words fell.
Whoosh.
A perfectly synchronized rustling rose from the square outside the Golden Throne Hall.
The sound was crisp and decisive, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Then came the second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth...
The densely packed crowd bent their knees and squatted in unison, as though struck by an Immobilization Spell!
In just three short breaths.
The people of the Crow-Cock Kingdom in the square had all squatted on the ground!
At a glance, they resembled a black wave of wheat, so uniform that the sight made one's scalp prickle.
Amid that black ocean, only a dozen or so figures remained standing, like lonely little boats swaying precariously in the wind.
"Th-this..."
Zhu Bajie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his jaw almost struck the tops of his feet.
"They... they all squatted?!"
Sha Wujin sucked in a breath of cold air, his hand trembling slightly around the Moonlight Shovel.
Little White Dragon's mouth fell wide