Huanglong Zhenren saw clearly through the mist that what shimmered on the White Dragon Horse's forehead was indeed an incomparably pure ancient Dragon Clan source mark.
Moreover, its aura was so ancient and powerful that it seemed even purer than his own at the height of his strength. Greed immediately surged within him, and he could no longer restrain himself.
"Sun Wukong, since you know what is best for you, send the White Dragon Horse over first." Huanglong Zhenren's voice trembled with barely contained excitement.
Gao Cuilan spoke up at just the right moment, her tone sorrowful and indignant. "Eldest Brother, you mustn't. The White Dragon Horse has carried Master all the way west. Even if it has no merit, it has endured hardship. How can you..."
Gao Cuilan was not in the Journey to the West Chat Group, so naturally she knew nothing of the master and disciples' scheme. Thinking Sun Wukong truly intended to abandon the White Dragon Horse, she immediately tried to stop him.
Sun Wukong ignored Gao Cuilan and said directly, "Huanglong Zhenren, you are one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Teaching of Elucidation. Is this really all the courage you have?"
"Back during the Investiture Calamity, everyone said you were worthless. Looks like they were right. Otherwise, why would you not even dare come take the White Dragon Horse when it is standing right here?"
Huanglong Zhenren was not someone overly concerned with saving face, so naturally he did not fall for Sun Wukong's provocation. Yet the Dragon Clan source mark atop the White Dragon Horse's head tempted him beyond endurance.
He simply revealed himself, reaching out to seize the White Dragon Horse and completely subdue it so he could take its source.
His eyes burned with fanaticism, as though he could already