The carriage flew over Huaguo Mountain's airspace.
Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad parted the curtains and saw beneath the wheels a luxuriant forest, the wind blowing in fresh and sweet, lifting his spirits.
"This carriage is really steady."
Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad exclaimed.
Lady Rakshasa was somewhat pleased: "This is our latest carriage."
She turned to look at Sun Wukong, hoping for his praise, but saw Sun Wukong sitting on the cushion, supporting his head with one hand, seemingly resting.
"Great King is drifting off again."
Lady Rakshasa said, since following Sun Wukong, she would occasionally see him close his eyes and drift off.
"But he's not drifting off."
Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad glanced over and smiled: "He's not even here at all."
Lady Rakshasa was puzzled.
Isn't the Great King right here?
Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad did not continue to explain and turned his head back to enjoy the scenery outside the window.
