"Are you the master who's going on the Western Heaven pilgrimage?"
"Relax, are you sent by the Goddess of Mercy to handle chores or by the Four Sea Dragon Kings as a bodyguard?"
Looking at the giant white dragon head emerging from the waters of Yingchou River, Chen Sanzang paid it no mind at all, taking a swig from his wine gourd before slowly asking.
"It's my father, the West Sea Dragon King who sent me to wait here for the one on the pilgrimage."
Seeing the monk drink, Little White Dragon secretly swallowed his saliva, having been healing here since arriving and not eating anything.
"Your aura's unstable, and you have hidden injuries. What's going on, were you beaten in this Yingchou River?"
In the Demon Clan, pure Dragon Clan still held a high position. Even if the Dragons have declined for some time, they weren't ones anyone could easily offend.
