After hearing the conditions Yang Jian proposed, the Bull Devil King was utterly dumbfounded.
He wanted him to team up with him to capture Xiong Meng? Well, Xiong Meng was the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's mount, while Yang Jian was the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's granddisciple. Going by that relationship, Yang Jian ought to address Xiong Meng as his martial aunt! And now a martial nephew was hiring muscle to capture his martial aunt. Was this the downfall of morality, or the twisting of divinity?
"Old Bull, your wife is in my hands. You'd better cooperate with me, or else... you know the consequences." Yang Jian held the fan against Princess Iron Fan's neck and threatened the Bull Devil King.
"You... Yang Jian, you'll get your just deserts for forcing me into this!" Worried that his wife might be hurt, the Bull Devil King had no choice but to compromise and submit to Yang Jian's coercion. Still, he could not help cursing him.
He, the Bull Devil King, had once been a Saint's mount, too. For tens of thousands of years, his might had shaken the Primordial World, yet today a junior had actually blackmailed him. What a monstrous humiliation!
"Hmph. Whether I get my just deserts is none of your concern. Just cooperate, and I guarantee your wife will be unharmed," Yang Jian said with a soft snort, utterly unconcerned.
Meanwhile, inside the Pure Altar Temple.
"Slow down, slow down a little, High God! This is all the food I have. If you eat so much, so quickly, how am I supposed to get through this winter?" Zhu Bajie watched Xiong Meng gorge itself, his face aching with distress, and could not help protesting.
Grease from the meat buns spattered the corners of Xiong Meng's mouth. Paying no attention to