"Are you the one going to the Western Heaven for the scriptures?"
"Oh, relax. Are you here as a helper sent by the Goddess of Mercy, or as a bodyguard sent by the Four Sea Dragon Kings?"
Looking at the huge white dragon head emerging from the Yingchou River, Chen Sanzang didn't mind at all. He took out his wine gourd, had a swig, and then slowly asked.
"It was my father, the West Sea Dragon King, who sent me here to wait for the one fetching the scriptures."
Watching the monk drink, Little White Dragon secretly swallowed his saliva. Ever since he came here, he was always healing his wounds, never having had a bite to eat.
"Your aura is unstable, there's a hidden injury inside you, what's going on? Did someone beat you up here at the Yingchou River?"
Pure Dragon Clan, in the Demon Clan, holds a high status. Even if the Dragon Clan has declined for a while, it's still not someone to offend lightly.
