Racing Wildly on Horseback

"Ptooey!"

Zhang Yifei, who had been roaring at the top of his lungs, felt something wet on his face. His bull-like eyes flew wide open as he stared blankly at the White Turtle on Lu Shaolin's shoulder.

"Lu Shaolin, you heard him! This big-bearded man was the one who cursed Turtle Lord first!"

The White Turtle craned its neck and shouted.

"Th-this... Prince, is this your kid?"

Zhang Yifei asked awkwardly.

"Ptooey!"

The White Turtle spat again.

Zhang Yifei bent sharply at the waist and dodged.

Lu Shaolin's face darkened, and he flicked a finger against the White Turtle's forehead.

With a bang, the White Turtle smashed into the ground.

"It's a Spirit Turtle that has taken human form. Its brain doesn't work too well, so don't mind it."

Apology in his eyes, Lu Shaolin lowered his head and shot the White Turtle a fierce glare.

Seeing Lu Shaolin get angry, the White Turtle grunted twice, turned its head away, and said nothing.

Its defenses were formidable. A fall like that was nothing.

"Uh... so that was it."

Zhang Yifei nodded.

"Marmot! Get out here, now! Stop digging! In a moment, Lord Zhang will say he's going to stew you again!"

A skinny figure rushed out of the Pavilion, grabbed the Marmot by the tail, and dragged it outside.

The Marmot squeaked twice as it was dragged out of the hole.

"Lord Zhang, please don't take offense. I'll have Marmot fill the hole in right away!"

Qian Mazi clasped his hands toward Zhang Yifei.

"You turtle... uh... you turtle... uh... hurry up and fill it in!"

Zhang Yifei glanced at the White Turtle and failed to find a suitable word.

"Qian Mazi, it's been a long time!"

Lu Shaolin greeted Qian Mazi. The man still looked as shifty-eyed and rat-faced