A flash of inspiration struck Sun Wukong. He hurriedly looked up at Old Mother of Mount Li. "Empress, how much Three-Flower Nine-Seed Balm do you have left? Give it all to us. We'll recover a little, then go deal with that Yellow Wind Monster again!"
"I've figured him out. That Yellow Wind Monster only knows how to launch sneak attacks and rely on his divine ability!"
"Exactly, Empress! Your Three-Flower Nine-Seed Balm works so well. Just give it all to us. Otherwise, we'll feel bad troubling you again and again."
By now, Zhu Bajie had recovered most of his strength, and he too had set his sights on the balm in Old Mother of Mount Li's hands.
"Wukong, Bajie, you want my Three-Flower Nine-Seed Balm?"
Old Mother of Mount Li took in everything happening across the Three Realms. As she looked at the rather naive Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, her expression grew strange.
"Yes, Empress! This is practically a sacred healing medicine! With it, we won't have to fear the Yellow Wind Monster's Threefold Samadhi Divine Wind anymore. We'll definitely be able to rescue Master."
Zhu Bajie declared confidently, "We've already found a way to deal with that Yellow Wind Monster. Doesn't he like sneak attacks? This time, we'll turn the tables and ambush him!"
"Bajie, Wukong, didn't I already remind you? Only Lingji's Wind-Settling Pearl can deal with the Yellow Wind Monster. Why pass over what's near to seek what's far and ask me for medicine, when you could eliminate the source of the problem in one stroke?"
Old Mother of Mount Li reminded them again, then spread her hands. "Besides, this is the last little bit of Three-Flower Nine-Seed Balm I have. I really don't have any more."
"Huh? There's... there's none left?" Zhu Bajie's face fell.