"You say you drifted on a wooden tub for a long time, all the way to Bengma Island? How long was that exactly?" Li Cunxu noticed an inconsistency.
The Wisdom Mushroom King pondered for a moment before responding, "I didn't keep count of the days, but I remember it was at least more than two hundred nights."
"Didn't you encounter any dangers along the way?"
"No, all dangers were foreseen by my innate ability, and I adjusted my course in advance to avoid them."
Li Cunxu asked again, "Is the wooden tub still here?"
"It's still here. I'm quite nostalgic, so I keep it in my cave."
"Take me to see it."
Li Cunxu suspected that the wooden tub was some sort of artifact.
A wooden tub that could drift on water for at least two hundred days—the quality must be exceptionally good.
The Wisdom Mushroom King awkwardly said, "I can't move right now. Four minutes off the ground requires four hours of rest."
