"Yes, Bodhisattva."
Little White Dragon nodded on the spot, then looked at Tang Sanzang and shrank his body. "Please climb aboard, Master."
He transformed into the White Dragon Horse.
"Ah, very well."
Naturally, Tang Sanzang put the pilgrimage first and no longer concerned himself with these details.
"Little White Dragon, oh, Little White Dragon, from now on, you can't just change back whenever you please."
Sun Wukong let out a long sigh and gave the reins a tug. In the instant when no one was watching, he tossed that drop of Ancestral Dragon's essence blood into Little White Dragon's mouth.
Boom!
Little White Dragon's eyes went wide on the spot. A wave of draconic might escaped him despite his efforts, nearly throwing Tang Sanzang off his back.
Then, after finally suppressing his surging aura, he stared at Sun Wukong in astonishment, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.
"It's good stuff. Keep quiet and just refine it discreetly from now on."
Sun Wukong tugged his ear and whispered.
Only then did Little White Dragon suppress the shock in his heart.
"Let's go, Master. Little White Dragon just lost control for a moment, but he's fine now!"
"Back on the road, Little White Dragon!"
Sun Wukong explained things to Tang Sanzang and patted Little White Dragon.
"Very well."
The two travelers and their horse set off again, allowing Guanyin, who had not gone far amid the white clouds, to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"I can't keep using the excuse of atoning for their sins through service. I need to speak to Bajie and the Curtain-Raising General in advance."
Guanyin gazed into the distance. Sun Wukong's words had forced her to reconsider the arrangements for the other two. Always making them atone through service-it seemed that trick had been