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A platter lay before him, adorned with meats, vegetables, and fruits, which the White Dragon Horse ate with measured grace.
Though he had taken the form of a white horse, he was in essence the third prince of the Western Sea Dragon King, and he ate with an elegance that far surpassed Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie's manners.
However, upon hearing Jiang Liu's words, the White Dragon Horse momentarily paused mid-chew and turned around, "Master, did you say? You have met my uncle before?"
"Indeed, it was the day before he was killed when I was in Chang'an City..."
Jiang Liu nodded slightly, his mind seemingly transported back to that day before Yuan Shoucheng's fortune-telling stand, where the middle-aged scholar incarnation of the Dragon King of Jing River made a bet with Yuan Shoucheng after having received a quiet hint from Jiang Liu himself. Sensing something, the Dragon King of Jing River had then taken his leave.