"Master, why didn't you run when there was such a good opportunity with all the smoke and dust? Don't you dislike trouble? Those people beside us look like trouble! Especially that long-faced guy. He must be huge trouble!" Salted Fish sent a voice transmission to Fangzheng.
Fangzheng was cursing inwardly. "I told you to fly, but you didn't. Now look at what you've gotten us into."
"I would if I could, but I've never learned to fly!" Salted Fish mumbled.
Fangzheng thought about it and realized it was the truth. If Salted Fish could fly, he wouldn't have to ride on Salted Fish like a motorbike. In any case, he explained himself. "Do you think This Penniless Monk didn't want to run? The fall was from too high a height, leaving This Penniless Monk's legs numb and immobile. They haven't even recovered their sense of feeling…"
"Uh…" Salted Fish was rendered speechless.
