Ye Chen glanced at the hat in his hand, then at the White Dragon Horse, which seemed completely unaware of any danger. A sudden pang of reluctance came over him.
The White Dragon had once swallowed him whole, but Ye Chen still felt it would be cruel to put the Golden Fillet on its head just like that. He hesitated.
As he hesitated, Tang Sanzang stood up too. He looked at Ye Chen and the White Dragon Horse. "Amitabha. Ye Chen, I urge you not to do that."
"Then tell me where this hat came from. If your explanation satisfies me, I naturally won't put it on the White Dragon."
"Amitabha. This hat was bought in Chang'an. It looked nice, so I wanted to give it to Goku. That is all."
Ye Chen grew annoyed. Seeing that Tang Sanzang still wouldn't tell the truth, he felt anger surge within him. "A monk must not lie? I wonder if you still have the nerve to say that now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen plopped the hat onto the White Dragon Horse's head. The White Dragon Horse slowly raised its head and looked at Ye Chen, its eyes filled with an indescribably complicated emotion.
After the hat was placed on its head, nothing happened for a moment. Ye Chen could hardly believe what he was seeing. He stared at the hat on the White Dragon Horse's head, bewildered.
Could it be that this hat really wasn't sent by Guanyin Bodhisattva? Ye Chen suddenly began to doubt his own judgment.
But just then, a brilliant golden light burst from the White Dragon Horse's head. It dazzled Ye Chen, and tears immediately streamed from his eyes.
"Ah!" Ye Chen cried out and hurriedly covered his eyes. After all, he was closest