Yang Jian had sent over a Red Ceremonial Hat. Calling his intentions unfriendly was an understatement.
He clearly intended to teach Chen Wei a harsh lesson in proper conduct before the entire army.
He wanted to marry Guanjiangkou's pearl in the palm?
Fine!
Whatever traps lay hidden beneath a bestowed gift, he had to accept it without reservation and obediently face the trial.
The army halted in midair, caught in a standoff.
In the eastern and western skies, auspicious clouds rolled, trailing a thousand streams of auspicious aura.
Taibai Jinxing led the Cave Immortal Elder through the clouds and mist, leisurely emerging into view.
The old Star Lord held a fly-whisk, a smile on his face.
The Eight Immortals were far more casual, all excited to watch the spectacle. All they lacked were stools to sit on while enjoying the drama. Lü Dongbin even secretly drew his Precious Sword halfway out, using it as a mirror while his sidelong glances kept darting toward the Command Platform.
Then Buddha's light shone everywhere as Xuanzang and his disciples descended on an auspicious cloud.
The moment Sun Wukong steadied his cloud, his Fiery Golden Eyes darted around and settled on the Red Ceremonial Hat. He shook his head to himself. Brother Yang really means to lay down ironclad rules for his brother-in-law.
"Brother Monkey, it's just a lousy hat. What's so special about it?" Zhu Bajie sidled over and asked with a snort.
"Idiot, what do you know?" Sun Wukong rapped him on his pig's head and laughed. "How could the restraining seals swirling around that hat escape Old Sun's eyes? It's mixed with cold iron from the North Sea. When it bears down, it won't be much lighter than the Five Sacred Mountains!"
In an instant, the gods and Buddhas filling the