Bai Qiuwu held the knee of her right arm with her left arm and rested her chin on her right hand as she asked softly,
"So, do I have any ways to counter this?"
"If I must say... I, Old Sun, have two methods."
"What are they?"
"The first method is to stretch out your finger in the moment of clarity and pierce your own ears deaf. If you can't hear the flute, you won't fall for that black-robed child's tricks."
"I'll consider it," Bai Qiuwu sighed, "and the second method?"
"Tight-Binding Spell."
Sun Wukong slowly uttered these three words.
Bai Qiuwu hesitated for two seconds, then tilted her head at him: "Are you trying to make me laugh?"
She thought to herself, in "Journey to the West," wasn't the Tight-Binding Spell used by Tang Sanzang to control Sun Wukong? What use could it have at a time like this?
"No, by stimulating your brain with the Tight-Binding Spell, it might break his Illusion Technique." Sun Wukong said disdainfully.
"Then I'll give it a try, teach me."
