Inside the Dragon-Trapping Tower.
Little Monkey Ping'an sat dozing beside the Pill Furnace.
Bai Yu, who had shrunk to the size of a lark, was "tiptoeing" past Ping'an, trying to steal a Jade Box of pills beside him.
Smack!
But the moment Bai Yu approached the Jade Box, Ping'an nodded off and toppled forward, pinning Bai Yu heavily beneath him.
"Damn monkey, you're crushing me!"
Although Ping'an was not in his true body at the moment, he was still nearly eight or nine feet tall. Without consciously controlling it, his weight as a Demonic Beast was at least five or six thousand jin.
Caught off guard beneath five or six thousand jin, even Bai Yu, a fellow Demon King, found it hard to bear.
"Huh? Brother Bai, who are you talking to?"
Still muddled with sleep, Ping'an propped himself up with one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other, looking around.
He had no idea that his Brother Bai was right beneath the palm he had planted on the floor.
"Damn monkey, your hand! Your hand!"
Bai Yu was getting flustered and furious.
"Brother Bai, why are you under my palm?"
Only upon hearing this did Little Monkey Ping'an realize what had happened, and he immediately lifted his hand.
"What do you mean, why am I under your palm? You were the one sleeping like a mess and crushing me!"
Bai Yu flew up in front of Ping'an, beating him with wings and pecking at him to vent his displeasure.
"But I remember you saying you were going into seclusion today to practice the Golden-Winged Art, Brother Bai. Why are you here? Wait, Brother Bai, you came to steal the Grass Return Pills, didn't you!"
Ping'an, who had looked utterly bewildered, suddenly realized something and immediately scooped up the