The Monkey would not relent and pursued fiercely, and the Demon Lord, seeing this, knew that the Monkey was confident without any fear. At this time, however, he had no good options, for the Monkey's matter related to Transcendence.
All Saints and their own hopes for Transcendence rested upon him, and there could be no accidents.
Thus, he took the Plantain Fan from Nether River's hand and, laughing, said, "You lout, why persist in chasing me? Take the fan and hurry over Flame Mountain, do not force me to take action."
Having said this, he threw the Plantain Fan over, and the Monkey, caught by surprise, hastily caught the precious fan. In that moment of hesitation, the Demon Lord had already left with Nether River.
The Monkey, annoyed, stamped his foot, while Maitreya beside him chuckled, "Great Saint, why fret? Without you today, I too would not have escaped the Demon Lord's schemes."
