"Master, are you the one traveling to the Western Heaven to fetch the scriptures?"
"Come on, are you here to run errands sent by the Goddess of Mercy, or sent by the Four Seas Dragon Kings to play bodyguard?"
Looking at the huge white dragon's head sticking out of the Yingchou River, Chen Sanzang was completely indifferent. He took out his wine gourd and took a sip before slowly asking.
"It is my father, the West Sea Dragon King, who sent me here to wait for the one who will fetch the scriptures."
Watching the monk drink, Little White Dragon secretly swallowed his saliva. Ever since he came here, he had been healing and hadn't eaten anything.
"Your aura is unstable, and there is a hidden injury inside you. What's going on? Did someone beat you up at the Yingchou River?"
A pure Dragon Clan member has a high status even among the Demon Clan. Even though the Dragon Clan has been in decline for some time, they are still not to be easily offended.
