The King of the Cart Slow Kingdom watched as Sun Wukong split open his belly and ripped out his heart, shocked to the core, and hurriedly cradled the pass permit in his palm, looking towards Sun Wukong and his companions.
"Gentlemen, this is the pass permit. You should set off on your journey as soon as possible, so as not to delay your Journey to the West!"
Clearly, the King of the Cart Slow Kingdom was already somewhat afraid at this point.
He had just seen one Great National Advisor die, and he certainly did not want to see another one perish.
After all, he would still need their services to Pray for Rain in the future.
But now, Sun Wukong wasn't inclined to let these last two off the hook.
Smiling, he said, "The pass permit is a trifling matter, but please, Second National Advisor, do split open your belly and remove your heart as well, so that we too can witness your skill!"
