By the Black Water River, Jiang Liu and his companions sat by the riverbank, while Zhu Bajie lay resting to one side.
As for Sun Wukong? He squatted on the ground, bored, counting ants for amusement.
Being naturally active, he didn't share Zhu Bajie's lethargy, yet with the master in cultivation, Zhu Bajie sleeping, and Sha Wujing diving into the water to subdue demons, Sun Wukong seemed to have no choice but to count ants for entertainment.
As for the White Dragon Horse? It lay quietly by the riverbank. It wasn't certain if it was an illusion, but the boatman transformed by that Evil Demon felt somewhat familiar to Little White Dragon.
It wasn't the appearance but rather that deep, profound sense of familiarity.
However, after carefully pondering, he still couldn't figure out who the other party was.
