"Cousin, you said this water made you want to be 'reforged in the furnace'?"
"Yes, Cousin, absolutely!"
The boatman nodded frantically.
"Is there anything else you haven't told me?"
"No, Cousin. I've told you everything I know."
"Then..."
Little White Dragon suddenly stepped forward.
The other members of the Preaching Squad immediately noticed the two titles above Little White Dragon's head, both with embarrassment levels off the charts, erupting with dazzling light.
[Big Slap] [Do you believe I can slap you onto a wall so hard you can't even scrape yourself off]
"Then I'll let you experience what real 'reforging in the furnace' means!"
"Slap!!!"
An incomparably crisp, thunderous sound exploded along the banks of the Blackwater River.
Little White Dragon's massive dragon claw became an afterimage as it viciously struck the boatman across the face.
There was not the slightest restraint in that slap.
"Bang!"
Like a rag doll, the boatman was sent flying by that Big Slap.
He tumbled through the air more than a dozen times before landing with a "splat," embedded firmly in the rock wall by the shore.
He really had been slapped onto the wall so hard he could not even be scraped off.
"..."
The entire area fell silent.
The people on the shore were so frightened that not a sound could be heard.
The members of the Preaching Squad were collectively petrified as well.
"L-Little White?"
Zhu Bajie swallowed. "Why are you hitting your own relative?"
Little White Dragon slowly withdrew his hand and coldly looked at his cousin on the wall, whose face had been beaten black and blue and whose eyes were spinning with stars.
"Relative?"
"Heh heh, he's no good relative."
Little White Dragon sneered and pointed at the boatman on the wall.
"My Emotion Collection System