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To be honest, the Horse God was genuinely alarmed by the Heavenly Emperor's weight. Just sitting down had flattened the finest heavenly horse he had. Could a mere few million or even ten million jin do that?
He estimated that the Heavenly Emperor weighed at least a hundred million jin!
But even more alarming than his weight was his thick skin. Just how shameless was he to interpret the tactful remark, "Your heavenly majesty is too weighty for it to bear," as the horse being humble and believing itself unworthy to carry him?
"Ah!" At that thought, the Horse God sighed. With a Heavenly Emperor like this, he felt both fortunate and ashamed to be his subject.
Your Majesty, your generous heart makes this subject feel truly fortunate, but I fear I could never learn to have skin as thick as yours in this lifetime, nor would I try!
In the distance, Gungun was galloping along on horseback, unaware of what the Horse God was thinking. He had no reason to pay particular attention to him, either. Had he known, he would certainly have ridden straight back and given him a resounding slap.
You're the fucking shameless one! This Heavenly Emperor is just a little cute, that's all!
Meanwhile, at the Imperial Horse Bureau.
Under the guidance of the Assistant Director and the others, Sun Wukong had successfully inspected all the heavenly horses there. Looking at the sleek, sturdy horses before him, each with a pair of snow-white wings, he felt his hands itch to try one. He asked the Assistant Director beside him, "I'd like