"Nothing, what were you saying?"
"Going to White Emperor City."
"Oh, I see."
Zhang Ze rubbed his forehead, indicating he was fine.
...
The wind was clear and the moon was bright. By the time Zhang Ze arrived at White Emperor City, it was already night.
A giant wolf, the size of a small hill, lay in front of the White Emperor's residence, its eyes slightly closed, as if enjoying the peace of the moment.
The wolf's mouth moved rhythmically as it chewed on something.
Zhang Ze quietly approached and found that the giant wolf was chewing on the flying stick letter he had sent through his mother-in-law.
The iron rod crunched as it was chewed. Zhang Ze stood by, watching for a while, unsure if he should step forward to inform Sister Wang that he had arrived.
Just as Zhang Ze was about to squat down to pick up a stone to throw at the wolf, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"What are you doing?"
