The trouble was, neither the big shot Lin Tian nor the Group Master did anything about it.
"Damn administrator?" Guanyin and Little White Dragon both froze.
"I said damn father! Is this how the Dragon King of the Western Sea acts as a father now? What kind of father does that! If I weren't escorting the elder to fetch the scriptures, I'd head straight to the Western Sea and beat him until he was crawling around looking for his teeth!"
Sun Wukong glared fiercely toward the Western Sea.
"Thank you, Eldest Senior Brother." Little White Dragon was immediately filled with gratitude, deeply moved.
"Wukong, no. Don't let new branches grow out of this mess." Guanyin jumped in alarm and hurried to stop him.
"Relax, Bodhisattva. Don't you worry. I wouldn't do something with nothing in it for me." Sun Wukong waved a hand listlessly.
Someone was already going to put righteousness before family.
He added that sourly to himself, sensing a crisis in his monkey life.
He felt his position as the group's darling was under threat.
He had thought he had received quite a lot already, but now Alligator Dragon's ancestor had arrived.
Well, there it was. The ancestor casually handed out five hundred thousand years of cultivation.
He spoiled Alligator Dragon rotten!
Why don't I have an ancestor like that? Aaargh!
"Good. In that case, Little White Dragon, hurry and turn into a white horse."
Guanyin relaxed, then hurried to urge him on, lest a long night bring more dreams.
"Wait, Bodhisattva. There's a problem."
Sun Wukong was brimming with resentment just then, and Guanyin's words rubbed him the wrong way.
"Elder Sanzang, do you have any objections to Little White Dragon turning into a white horse and carrying you to the Western Heaven?"
He looked straight at