Shi Wu galloped his horse along the winding dirt road, the hooves kicking up clouds of dust.
Behind him, the Puki tightly wrapped several strands of mycelium tendrils around the leather strap under the saddle, securing itself to the bouncing horseback.
Shi Wu didn't quite enjoy the feeling of the Puki on his head, so he had chased it off several times.
In fact, after passing through the Scarecrow Abyss, he no longer needed the Puki. Shi Wu was too lazy to spend time selling it for two gold coins, so he set it free.
Yet this Puki seemed to have identified with Shi Wu, and no matter how much he drove it away, it could always catch up with the galloping horse with remarkable speed.
Over short distances, its tiny body could burst forth with agility no less than a steed's, always able to dart out around a bend and leap back onto the horse.
Seeing such spirit, Shi Wu eventually let it follow along.
