The Nine-Headed Lion made his position clear in a tone brimming with righteous conviction, declaring that he felt nothing but admiration for Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, and certainly bore them no grudges.
At this, Chen Wei secretly felt rather pleased with himself.
Settled.
In truth, his earlier offer to recommend the Yellow Lion Spirit for a post as an Immortal Official in the Heavenly Court had merely been an offhand remark.
But that was how the Heavenly Court worked. First, he had to win over the aggrieved party, the Nine-Headed Lion. Once the emperor gave his approval, everything else would be easy.
Arranging an official post for a lowly wandering soul was just a matter of saying the word, wasn't it?
Give him a title and a little monthly salary, and the Yellow Lion Spirit would have a respectable place to settle down. The Nine-Headed Lion would save face, and Chen Wei would have something to report to Great Emperor Qinghua. Everyone would be happy.
As for whether Sun Wukong might run into a wall and fail to retrieve the soul from the Netherworld?
Chen Wei had never even considered the possibility of failure.
He had specifically gone through quite a few of the Heavenly Court's confidential archives, including the statement of losses that the Ten Yama Kings had jointly submitted to Lingxiao Palace after the Great Sage Equal to Heaven wreaked havoc in the Netherworld.
When Chen Wei finished reading that list, he could only marvel.
The outrageously long string of losses hardly looked like something Sun Wukong could have caused all by himself.
Why?
Sun Wukong was a monkey demon from Flower-Fruit Mountain in the Aolai Kingdom of the Eastern Victory Divine Continent. Even if he had torn the Book of Life and Death to shreds, it