The Six-Eared Macaque returned to Flower-Fruit Mountain. Puzzled by the devastation he found there, he headed back to its summit.
The Bull Devil King, Flood Dragon Devil King, and the others were all there.
"What happened?" the Six-Eared Macaque asked.
"People from the Buddhist Sect came looking for trouble. Master gave them a savage beating and sent them running!"
After explaining, the Bull Devil King looked the Six-Eared Macaque up and down. "Why are you back? Did you get the Ancestral Dragon Pearl?"
"Of course!"
The Six-Eared Macaque looked rather proud.
Inside the Spirit Vine, Lin Tian's face darkened slightly. This fool had swaggered all the way into the Underworld and nearly gotten himself stranded there, yet he still looked so proud. Who had given him the nerve?
Ignoring the Bull Devil King and the others, the Six-Eared Macaque walked up to the Spirit Vine. "Master, I got the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, but..."
"But... I left the Little Wooden Stick in the Underworld!"
"Hold on!"
The Bull Devil King looked utterly baffled. That leap in logic was too sudden for him to follow. "Let me get this straight. You went to the Eastern Sea to get the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, so how did the Little Wooden Stick end up in the Underworld? What's the connection?"
The Bull Devil King turned the question on the Flood Dragon Devil King.
The Flood Dragon Devil King glanced aside. If you can't make sense of it, how could I?
The Six-Eared Macaque looked embarrassed and apologetic!
"It was just an ordinary little wooden stick. If you lost it, you lost it. Who cares where?"
The Lion-Camel King spoke up.
"Bullshit!"
The Six-Eared Macaque shouted. Could a Little Wooden Stick that had thrashed the Dragon Clan and suppressed Ghost Gate Pass simply be thrown away?