"All right, this matter is settled. If we keep arguing, won't we just become a laughingstock in the eyes of the people from the Formless Realm?"
That was Wu Feng, who stepped forward to speak.
"Hmph! I, Old Sun, refuse! Why should I return something I obtained through my own ability? Besides, you used me as the stake in your bet, and did I say anything about that?"
Sun Wukong was losing his temper. He turned his head aside and planted the Golden Cudgel upright, looking as though anyone who dared try to persuade him would get a beating.
"You monkey, how about this? I also participated in the wager. Sun Wukong contributed the most, so he deserves a reward. He'll return the Purple Gold Bell, and in exchange, he'll receive two of the three drops of Creation Holy Water as compensation. How does that sound?"
"Sage Wu Feng is wise!"
Many of the Immortals and Gods agreed with Wu Feng.
"This...?"
Once Wu Feng said this, Guanyin Bodhisattva found herself in a difficult position.
Meanwhile, far away at Spirit Mountain in the Western Heaven, Tathagata was burning with rage. "Damn it! Wu Feng has really played a fine trick!"
Randeng asked, "Tathagata, what should we do about this?"
"We've all fallen for Wu Feng and that monkey's scheme. What cunning! On the surface, they were greedy for Guanyin's Purple Gold Bell, but in truth, they were after the Creation Holy Water!"
Tathagata felt a blockage in his heart, as though he were constipated.
Although the Purple Gold Bell was powerful, its value was far inferior to that of the Creation Holy Water. With Sun Wukong's commotion, two drops had been lost outright. How could Tathagata swallow this anger?
However, Wu Feng had already spoken, and he was one of