Guanyin Bodhisattva extended her slender jade hand, clutching the Willow Branch inside the Jade Purifying Bottle, pulled out the Willow Branch with a wave, scattering water mist that enveloped the Little White Dragon.
"Roar~" The Little White Dragon soared into the air within the sparkling mist, spinning as it dove toward the ground, halfway through transforming into a noble white horse, galloping through the air – tap, tap, tap, tap – and stopped beside Tang Sanzang, shaking its head and tail, snorting loudly.
Tang Sanzang glanced at the White Dragon Horse beside him, feeling a bit anxious in his heart. Could it be that the Bodhisattva wants this poor monk to ride a horse?
Guanyin Bodhisattva said, "You were originally the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King, the third son of Ao Run, West Sea Dragon King.