Tang Sanzang Furiously Rebukes the Buddhas of Western Heaven

She stalled for ages, yet still could not come up with anything. Fight? She could not beat him. Curse him? She could not outcurse him. Complain? Buddha Ancestor could barely protect himself now.

She felt like this scoundrel was about to drive her mad!

Yet Lin Zhu remained smiling, even leaning closer as he spoke in a maddeningly smug tone.

"What? You unwilling? Then forget it. I'm not the one in a hurry, anyway. Look, the Holy Monk seems about to faint again."

Tang Sanzang truly was on the verge of passing out again, frightened by Sun Wukong's hostile gaze and the terrifying fragments of memory within him. His face was deathly pale, and his breathing came in quick, ragged gasps.

Guanyin looked at the stalemate before her, then at the Holy Monk on the brink of collapse, and then thought of Buddha Ancestor's weighty charge and the greater cause of the Journey to the West... A profound sense of helplessness and despair seized her. Could it be... that she truly had to bow her head to this demon? Call him those two words? That would be a hundred times more humiliating than making her dance another ten times! It would utterly crush what little dignity she had left!

But... the Journey to the West...

Just as Guanyin was locked in a fierce inner struggle, overcome with shame and fury and nearly collapsing, Lin Zhu suddenly put away his flippant smile. His gaze became calm and unfathomably deep.

He had only been teasing her casually and had never truly intended to force her that far. Seeing that she was about to explode on the spot, he figured that was enough.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing you."

Lin Zhu waved a hand, then his lips moved slightly. An invisible voice transmission went