After pulling through the long journey with much difficulty, the silver dragon puppet looked for an isolated area next to Wenzhou City's seashore and slowly landed.
After he jumped down from the back of the silver dragon puppet, Song Shuhang felt that his legs had become somewhat soft. The state of his acrophobia had also worsened. If we were to rank the gravity of one's acrophobia on a scale of 1 to 10, Song Shuhang's current level of acrophobia had already reached level 8.
Song Shuhang secretly swore not to let Yu Jiaojiao touch this silver dragon puppet ever again.
After storing the silver dragon puppet away, Song Shuhang glanced at Guoguo, Li Yinzhu—who had become sleepy without him noticing—and the two seahorse dragons in the water tank.
Afterward, he said, "This seashore is pretty far from Baijing Street. It seems we'll need a car to go there."
"You need a car? Leave it to me!" Yu Jiaojiao said as she patted her chest.