An Invitation

Watching Wu Kong look forlornly at the Reflecting Pond for the eighth times, Di Tou couldn't help but roll his eyes, and he said in a placid tone, "Brother Wu if you want to talk to BeiDou more, you should go and meditate and talk to her. Why are you looking at the pond?"

Moving his broom slightly to the right, Di Tou dug out the last of the leaves that had fallen into the pond with a satisfied smile. Although it wasn't as direct as sweeping normally, this sort of action also counted as sweeping leaves, and Di Tou figured it wasn't a bad thing to try out some new methods. Anyways, seventy-five percent was still a far way away, so as of now, he just had to improve his form, which had remained stagnant for a long time.