After the great battle, the green land was left charred black.
Two tigers with colorful stripes lay on the ground under the siege of Mountain Gods, bloodied.
Sun Wukong approached them: "I want to know about the Buddha Beads."
"What Buddha Beads? We know nothing!"
The two tigers glared at him: "You defeated us by outnumbering us, that doesn't make you a hero. Nothing to be proud of!"
"Do you want me to take action?"
Sun Wukong asked.
That would be just fine, the Mountain Gods were too enthusiastic, he always had no chance to make a move.
"Bring it on!"
The two tigers struggled to stand up.
"Alright then."
Sun Wukong nodded, exhaled softly.
Before the two tigers could react, their fur was blown to pieces by the wind, disappearing into the air.
They were completely dumbfounded.
"Can you tell me about the Buddha Beads now?"
Sun Wukong asked.
The two tigers hugged each other, trembling: "We really don't know who it is!"
