On the river surface, a treasure ship was docked, and officials drove the laborers to load item after item onto the ship.
The old donkey lay there bored out of its mind, its ears trembling slightly. It raised its head and saw Yu Hua stepping through the air, gracefully landing at the bow of the ship.
Some of the commoners who had never seen such a sight fell to their knees and kowtowed as if they were in the presence of a god, prayers and blessings overlapping in a murmur, as if they truly believed Yu Hua to be an Immortal. This straightforward on-the-spot wishing was quite in line with the respectful yet moderate nature of the common folk.
It was just for today—if it didn't work tomorrow, they wouldn't bother.
The old donkey was startled for a moment and then widened its eyes, saying, "My little ancestor, you... you can fly now?"
