Guanyin Bristled with Rage, Then Lin Zhu Turned Around and Offered Her Another Sweetener

The treasure Western Heaven relied on to subdue Little White Dragon turned into powder on the spot and drifted through the air.

Guanyin Bodhisattva froze completely.

She stared wide-eyed at the scattering golden dust, the color draining from her face in the span of a breath until she was pale as paper.

Her lips trembled, and a clicking sound came from her throat, as though a thousand words were stuck there but she could not say a single one.

How much effort had she spent to obtain this treasure from Spirit Mountain? Tathagata had personally empowered the Spell Talisman, and the Buddhist Sect's eminent monks had woven the seal stitch by stitch. Every step had drained their painstaking effort.

Though this saddle and bridle was not a top-tier treasure, it was irreplaceable for its particular purpose. Making another would take at least three years.

And now, they did not even have those three years. The Journey to the West had already begun, Little White Dragon was about to take his place, and there was simply no time to go to Spirit Mountain and request another.

What drove her even further into despair was Lin Zhu's attitude.

He destroyed it the moment he said he would, without even blinking. He had even been smiling as he crushed it. Taking a hundred thousand drops of Merit Divine Water and refusing to do the job would have been one thing, but crushing Western Heaven's treasure right in front of her afterward—such conduct was simply unheard of.

"Shameless" was no longer enough to describe him.

Guanyin Bodhisattva grabbed her own hair with both hands, her fingers tugging fiercely at the strands as she paced back and forth like a madwoman.

Her hair bun had been pulled crooked, loose strands falling across her cheeks. Coupled