Wukong drew his hair back in, glanced down at the green-skinned gourd at his waist, and laughed. "This trip wasn't wasted after all."
Then he pressed the stopper firmly into place and turned to look behind him.
True Immortal Ruyi lay not far away, his head tilted to one side and his fiery beard spread across his chest.
That finger strike had merely sealed his spirit and vital energy, without doing any lasting harm.
His chest still rose and fell, and his breathing was fairly steady.
The shattered golden hook lay several paces away. Its handle was still intact, but the curved hook had broken into three pieces.
Wukong walked over and picked up the fragments one by one.
"It was a weapon, after all."
"When you wake up, figure out how to fix it yourself."
He put away the broken hook, then lifted the Daoist off the ground.
True Immortal Ruyi was no small man.
But in Wukong's hands, his red-robed body was bundled up and tossed over his shoulder.
Wukong hoisted him a little higher and strode outside.
The old Daoist who had fled earlier had actually returned and was blocking the doorway.
He first looked at the unconscious True Immortal Ruyi, then at the green-skinned gourd at Wukong's waist.
"Great Sage."
Though the old Daoist's legs were trembling, he still spoke up.
"You... where are you taking my master?"
The old Daoist took another step forward.
"You've already taken the water."
"You've injured my master too. What more do you want?"
Wukong saw that, frightened as the old Daoist was, he still dared to block the doorway and question him.
Instead of getting angry, he smiled at him. "You're a decent disciple, at least."
"Don't worry."
"I won't do anything to him. I'm only taking him to