"Master, given I, Old Sun's temperament, if two elixirs are consumed, then they are consumed. Why did you put one back? You are I, Old Sun's master; if you eat two of his elixirs, it would honor him," Sun Wukong said with a twig in his mouth, leaning back on the back of the White Dragon Horse, looking up, and propped on his elbows.
The White Dragon Horse walked along, its back exceptionally smooth and almost undetectable in its movement.
"Wukong, Master Lingxu is not having an easy time either. Why should we take advantage of the weak?" Jiang Liu said, turning his head to glance at Sun Wukong and shaking his head.
If this Master Lingxu coveted one's own Everlasting Flesh and intended to harm oneself, then naturally killing him would be entirely without guilt.