After waiting for about half an hour, the frightening commotion from Spiritual Terrace Square Inch Mountain finally subsided.
An Yang stood far away at the cave entrance. Even with his temperament, he couldn't help repeatedly glancing into the cave. He knew that things had most likely succeeded.
Sure enough, three figures emerged from the deep darkness. Leading them was Marshal Tian Peng, dressed in an ornate outer robe with a faint air of vulgar opulence. Walking slightly behind him on either side were Sha Wujing and the White Dragon.
An Yang hurriedly pressed his palms together. "Marshal, Venerable One, Bodhisattva, congratulations on getting your wish."
The White Dragon nodded as well. "Sorry for the trouble."
"The Bodhisattva fights for all living beings under Heaven. This disciple merely did what a foot soldier before the horse should do." An Yang spoke humbly, yet couldn't help stealing a glance at Marshal Tian Peng.
Marshal Tian Peng was playing with the Sea Calming Divine Bead he had just taken from An Yang, rolling it across his palm. It seemed he had no intention of returning it to the White Dragon.
Suddenly, Marshal Tian Peng turned his head.
An Yang withdrew his gaze without making it obvious.
Marshal Tian Peng merely smiled and tossed him the Sea Calming Divine Bead, which the Eternal Life Demon Palace regarded as a priceless treasure. "Since I got it from you, of course I should return it to you."
An Yang caught the bead in one hand, his expression extremely awkward. What use is it for you to give it to me? Its original owner is right here. If he wants to take it back, can I really hide it away from him like I did from those lackeys of the Demon Palace?
What else could he do?