The white horse Tang Sanzang was riding now was, after all, an ordinary breed.
It lacked spiritual intelligence, so Sun Wukong still had to lead it from the front...
If it were the White Dragon Horse transformed by the Little White Dragon, it would be like trading a musket for a cannon—upgraded to automatic transmission. Why would Sun Wukong need to trouble himself?
Eh... that's right. That idiot in my previous life was always leading the horse... so he was slacking off!
A thought suddenly surfaced in Sun Wukong's mind.
The master and disciple then followed the sound of water onward. Before long, they arrived at Eagle Grief Stream. Seeing the cold mountains, flowing waters, and beautiful scenery, Tang Sanzang could not help but dismount and stop to admire it.
Sun Wukong, however, kept staring into the mountain stream.
He muttered so quietly that it was nearly inaudible:
"Where's the dragon?"
"Get out here already..."
Just as he was thinking this, a silver-white true dragon burst from the water and flew straight toward Tang Sanzang. Sun Wukong flashed forward, wrapped Tang Sanzang up, and carried him to higher ground. Then he watched as the little dragon, as though carved from white jade, swallowed the white horse in a single bite.
After quite a while.
Tang Sanzang finally recovered from his fright.
"Disciple, can we get our horse back?"
Sun Wukong said with a smile:
"Probably not. That wicked dragon has already eaten the white horse. But don't worry, Master. Since he ate our horse, we'll make him turn into a white horse and carry you to Western Heaven!"
"Master, sit here for now. Old Sun will go take a look..."
Just as he was about to leave, Tang Sanzang grabbed him.
Tang Sanzang's face was full of worry.
"Disciple, that