"You are already an old dog. You need to learn how to crawl out of ditches yourself."
Tang Yue advised gently.
The Wanderer was stuck inside a ditch and it seemed unmoved by the advice.
Tomcat sat by the side, its chin leaning against the solar panels. It had its brows drooping as it cocked its head, watching Tang Yue's act. It was looking at him like he was an idiot.
"It's like I'm playing the lute to a cow."
Tang Yue sighed and sat back down.
"If Tripiṭaka didn't have his White Dragon Horse, do you think he could've journeyed all the way to the West to acquire the scriptures?" Tang Yue picked up a rock and threw it on the wheel. "18,000 li. That's 54,000 kilometers. That's 14,000 kilometers more than the equatorial circumference of the Earth… The White Dragon Horse really lived up to being the son of the Dragon King. He sure was good in the water. It wasn't even a problem for him to cross the Pacific Ocean."
