The Yaoling Mountain Range was fraught with peril, but Tu Xiao'an looked like he was on vacation. He started by sitting on a branch, but eventually lay right down, hands behind his head and legs crossed, perfectly at ease.
The Tree Spirit was utterly speechless. 'To be stuck with a master like this,' it thought, 'I can only blame my own bad luck.'
The bull and the tree traveled for about five kilometers, and the journey had been surprisingly peaceful. But just then, the Tree Spirit seemed to sense something. "Master," it said, "Charlie thinks he smells the aura of a Spirit Tree."
Hearing this, Tu Xiao'an sat up, a strange expression on his face. 'More sensitive than a dog's nose, huh? A tree that *smells* things? Is that even right?'
"It's in that direction."
The Tree Spirit extended a vine to point the way. Tu Xiao'an's eyes lit up. "Bull, clear the way!"
