After all, he had been defeated and captured, and he accepted his loss wholeheartedly, so there wasn't much to say. Once Annie began questioning him, the yellow-furred weasel spirit quickly confessed everything he knew.
Yes, everything!
That included his two visits to the Kingdom of S'hali—here at Yellow Wind Ridge—and how the kingdom had changed over time. He admitted to betraying his master and beheading Lingji Bodhisattva. He'd stolen Erlang Shen's cultivation method and taken Great Sage Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong's relic, among other things.
In short, anything Annie asked about that he knew, he told her.
What else could he do?
That terrifying little monkey was standing right there. Earlier, he'd only talked back a little, but the other had promptly broken one of his legs. Then he'd tried to keep going, even threatening to skin the weasel's tail and hide to make a shawl. Faced with such a tangible threat from someone who didn't hesitate to follow through, did he dare say no again?
"Wait, what?"
"That head is your master's?"
(ω‖)
"And he's a Bodhisattva named Lingji?"
('')
After hearing out the Great Sage Yellow Wind—that is, the yellow-furred weasel spirit—Annie was surprised. She curiously nudged the giant head, which had its eyes shut and wasn't saying a word.
"But why did you cut off his head? Wasn't he your master?"
(.)
Without another word, she hurried over to press him for more. She just wanted to know the whole story.
Of course, Annie didn't mean anything by it. She simply wanted to hear the gossip. It wasn't as if she had anything better to do.
"Master?"
The Great Sage Yellow Wind paused, then sneered disdainfully.
"Allow me to explain, High Immortal..."
"In my life, I've hated that bastard most of all!"
Sitting on the ground,