"That sabre..."
"It's yours. Spoils of war." Sun Wukong walked on without looking back. "You killed the Tiger Demon, so it's only right that you take his weapon."
Chu Yang looked down at the sabre in his hand, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upward.
Strictly speaking, Tiger Vanguard had not been killed by him. Sun Wukong had smashed him to death with a single strike of his Golden Staff. But the two wounds—the sword mark on his calf and the stab wound beneath his ribs—had indeed been left by Chu Yang.
This had been his first real battle in this world.
He had not won, but he had not fought for nothing either.
Tang Monk walked over and looked at his injuries with concern.
"Benefactor Chu, your wounds..."
Chu Yang got to his feet and moved his limbs. His right shoulder still hurt, and the cut on his face throbbed faintly. His back was probably bruised black and blue as well.
But none of those injuries were fatal.
"Don't worry, Master. One night's rest and I'll be fine. We need to leave this place quickly. There's more than one demon on Yellow Wind Ridge. Tiger Vanguard was just the vanguard officer. There's still a Great King Yellow Wind behind him."
Tang Monk's expression changed. "There's someone even more formidable?"
Sun Wukong turned around from up ahead. "Don't be afraid, Master. With I, Old Sun here, no great king or little king is worth mentioning. Come on. Let's cross this mountain before dark."
The group quickened their pace and continued forward through the passage.
Chu Yang walked in the middle of the group, gripping his newly acquired sabre in his right hand and resting his left on the short sword at his waist.
He was injured, and his spiritual