You Fucking Have No Backbone!

The moment he said this, everyone present froze. Golden Head Attendant had not even had time to wipe the smile off his face before he stiffened, staring at Tang Sanzang in disbelief.

Tang Sanzang gave him no chance to explain. He grabbed Sun Wukong by the sleeve, his voice urgent and rapid. "It was this beast! He got my fellow brothers killed! On Shuangcha Ridge! Those demons wanted to eat me, and my two attendant brothers were... were..."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes reddened. "He watched from the sky! He watched with his own eyes! Damn it! I still haven't forgotten that scene! It was him! He was the beast who watched me from the heavens every day, who watched my people die at the demons' hands without lifting a finger!"

The more Tang Sanzang spoke, the more agitated he became. His finger nearly jabbed Golden Head Attendant in the nose, his voice hoarse as though scraped from his throat. "Do you know how many years those two attendants followed this humble monk? They followed me from Chang'an, serving me water and tea, leading my horse and carrying my burdens. They were utterly loyal to me! And what happened? The demons came, seized them, and devoured them alive! You watched from the sky! You could clearly have saved them, but you refused to act! Are you even an immortal? Do you deserve to be one?!"

Golden Head Attendant's mind buzzed from Tang Sanzang's sudden accusation. He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, wanting to say that the demons were a trial arranged by those above and that he could not interfere, wanting to say that these were the rules of Scripture Seeking and not a case of standing by while others died. But Tang Sanzang