Sha Wujing spoke very honestly, "Second Brother, don't worry. I'll just follow from behind."
Zhu Ganglie smiled in satisfaction, but just as he relaxed, a gust of wind blew by, and Sha Wujing had already passed him.
Zhu Ganglie's face immediately darkened, and he roared, "Sha the Third, are you treating your words like farts?"
Sha Wujing turned his head back and grinned naively, "Second Brother, I said I'd follow from behind, but I didn't say behind you! You should fly slower. I'm going to chase after our Master."
Having said that, Sha Wujing sped up. No matter how hard Zhu Ganglie tried, he always fell just a bit short. Just as his hand could almost reach him, he still couldn't catch up. This infuriated Zhu Ganglie so much that he almost wished he could pull out his rake and give him a good smack.