"Master, are you the one going to the Western Heaven for scriptures?"
"Relax, are you sent by the Goddess of Mercy to do errands, or by the Four Sea Dragon Kings as a bodyguard?"
Looking at the giant head of the white dragon that extended from the waters of Yingchou River, Chen Sanzang paid it no mind, took out his wine gourd, had a swig, and then slowly asked.
"My father, the West Sea Dragon King, sent me here to await the one fetching scriptures."
Watching the monk drink, Little White Dragon secretly swallowed his saliva; he hadn't eaten anything since arriving here and was healing his injuries.
"Your aura is unstable, what's the matter with the internal injuries? Were you beaten here at Yingchou River?"
The pure breed Dragon Clan holds a high status even among the Demon Clan; even though the Dragon Clan has fallen for some time, they are not to be offended lightly.
