What should they do?
Of course, he should transform into the White Dragon Horse!
He had eaten Tang Sanzang's white horse, so he had to repay him with a mount...
What else could they do?
They couldn't exactly have Tang Sanzang ride a monkey to Western Heaven, could they?
As Sun Wukong explained further, Little White Dragon finally let go of his hostility. He first followed Sun Wukong to meet Tang Sanzang, still somewhat doubtful. Once he saw Tang Sanzang, however, he believed completely. Bowing his head to the ground, he cried out:
"Master, please forgive me!"
"This disciple was sent by the Bodhisattva to wait here for you... I was to escort you to Western Heaven to obtain the scriptures. I was truly starving in this ravine and never imagined that the white horse I swallowed belonged to you, Master."
Little White Dragon looked somewhat embarrassed.
Seeing that Tang Sanzang was still bewildered, he directly revealed his true dragon form. At once, a majestic yet exquisitely crystalline Little White Dragon appeared before Tang Sanzang. Sun Wukong then said with a grin:
"Don't be alarmed, Master!"
"From now on, he'll carry you westward..."
Tang Sanzang froze for a moment before finally speaking, though his tone was helpless.
"Am I to ride this white dragon directly?"
"There's no saddle or tack. How am I supposed to sit on him?"
Sun Wukong immediately burst out laughing.
Wasn't that simple...
Just have him transform into a white horse.
But transformation arts were not as simple as Sun Wukong imagined. He had naturally learned the Seventy-Two Transformations; whatever he became, he resembled it perfectly, even down to the fluctuations of his aura. Little White Dragon, however, lacked such ability. Even if he turned into a white horse, he would merely look the part without