"Was it worth ruining your cultivation for a little money?"
Wukong gripped True Immortal Ruyi's arm, his gaze passing over his shoulder and settling deep within the Immortals-Gathering Convent.
"Or does this spring water have some other benefit for cultivation?"
True Immortal Ruyi's face darkened, and the fiery beard beneath his chin trembled incessantly.
He struggled twice, but Wukong still held his wrist fast, and the pain in his muscles and bones only grew worse.
"It was my choice!"
"What business is it of yours?"
Wukong glanced at him and gave a slight upward lift with both hands.
True Immortal Ruyi and his hook were tossed several feet into the air.
His red robe flared open in midair.
He flipped over and landed, retreating seven or eight steps before he managed to steady himself.
True Immortal Ruyi's chest heaved as he raised his head and glared at Wukong, ferocity blazing in his eyes.
"You wretched monkey."
"Stop pretending to be so wise before me!"
He drew his golden hook and held it across his chest.
"Either you beat me to death today,"
"Or let me chop you into meat paste to avenge my sister-in-law and nephew!"
The smile slowly faded from Wukong's face.
He had already explained several times.
He had told him about Princess Iron Fan and the Holy Infant Great King, then explained perfectly clearly where in the South Sea the boy had gone.
Yet this Daoist would not listen to a single word.
Wukong raised a hand and took the Golden Cudgel from his ear.
Golden light flashed.
The iron cudgel grew in the wind and stood at his side.
Its base struck the ground with a heavy thud, making the earth tremble.
"Out of respect for Brother Bull, I've given way to you at every turn."