Sun Wukong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and couldn't help but retort, "You are the White Tiger, a deity representing war and slaughter. What's there to fear from a mere Zhenyuan?"
"Am I really that powerful?"
The White Tiger cocked its little head, asking somewhat adorably.
Sun Wukong nodded vigorously, knowing he absolutely couldn't let her spirit deflate.
Otherwise, Sun Wukong felt, the White Tiger might be too scared to take him there.
As for waiting here for the next appearance of Zhenyuan, sorry, he didn't have the time.
The White Tiger eyed Sun Wukong with suspicion, "You aren't deceiving me, are you?"
"Do I look like someone who would deceive people?"
asked Sun Wukong.
"Yes."
The White Tiger honestly said.
Sun Wukong clenched his fist for a moment, nearly ready to throw a punch.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to hammer the White Tiger flat, and said, "Let's go."
"Okay."
