Three monkeys appeared holding what looked like giant feathers from some kind of tropical bird, and descended on the Dragon.
"NO! NOT THE FEATHERS! ANYTHING BUT—AHAHAHA! STOP! I'LL INCINERATE YOU ALL!"
But his threats were hollow. Despite his power, despite his rage, Cāng Jì couldn't bring himself to actually hurt them. Maybe it was some ancient code, or maybe he knew that killing monkeys would bring down the wrath of every beast tribe in existence.
Either way, he was losing.
"Bai Yue!" he shrieked, managing to spot her through the writhing mass of fur. "Do something! Use your.…..your female wiles! Negotiate! PLEASE!"
She bit her lip, trying very hard not to laugh at the sight of the proud Dragon Prince covered head to toe in chittering monkeys. "Um.….Your Majesty?" she addressed Hóu Wáng carefully. "Monkey King, sir? What exactly do you want?"
