Little White Dragon's voice was dry, yet calm.
Hearing that calm tone, Red Boy felt another inexplicable surge of irritation.
"You're that sure?!"
He abruptly straightened up, pulling at his wounds again, and said through gritted teeth:
"We're in the deepest reaches of the Earth Veins! Even if your master and senior brothers have powers that reach the heavens, could they really turn the Earth Veins upside down just to save you?!"
Little White Dragon still did not open his eyes. He merely answered softly:
"They could."
Red Boy froze.
Looking at Little White Dragon's utterly unruffled face, he suddenly felt that this man was simply beyond reason.
"You... you, what makes you so confident?"
Red Boy clenched his teeth. His voice, full of confusion and bewilderment, grew louder as he demanded:
"What makes you believe your master and senior brothers would risk so much to save you?"
"Why would your master and senior brothers be willing to descend into a deathtrap like this to save you?"
"I don't see anything special about you. What difference does it make to those people whether you're there or not?"
"They could still make the Journey to the West without you. Do they really need you that badly?"
The more Red Boy spoke, the more worked up he became. His voice echoed through the cramped space, carrying an inexplicable jealousy.
He stared hard at Little White Dragon and said bitterly through gritted teeth:
"Look at you. You can't fight, and you don't have any divine abilities. Never mind comparing you to that monkey."
"With that sealed-gourd personality of yours, you don't even look as clever as that damned pighead, or know how to please people like he does. You don't look as honest as that big fellow carrying the luggage either, or as