Chapter 172: Beheading as a Gift with Drinks_3

"Green Emperor, on behalf of Her Serenity, I have been instructed to deliver this treasured Derivative Meditation Mat to aid in your recovery," said the respectful Yin God. Holding out the mat from the Mustard Seed Space, he seemed somewhat reluctant to part with it.

Renowned by all, this Derivative Meditation Mat was once property of Goddess Nuwa. To claim he didn't covet it would be false! Yet he did not dare to desire it; the Saints can divine the past, present, and future with merely a pinch. A mere Yin God coveting the Magical Treasure of a Saint? That would be seeking death, wouldn't it?

Wukong accepted the Derivative Meditation Mat in his hand, saying, "Good, extend my thanks to Her Serenity. You may go."

The Yin God bowed, "Your servant takes his leave."

After the Yin God had departed, Wukong gently stroked the mat, sighing, "Xuan Ming, oh Xuan Ming, how am I supposed to repay such a kindness?"