Hearing the word "Wufan", Zhu Ganglie's tears started falling: "Master, can you be clear when you call me? My name is Wufan, in the fourth tone, not lunch..."
Tang Sanzang waved his hand: "Don't mind those useless little details..."
Zhu Ganglie roared in his heart: "Are these useless little details? They are a matter of life and death for me!"
Sun Wukong interjected: "This mountain really is quite unusual."
With that said, everyone looked over.
They saw a mountain ahead, towering and majestic.
It connected to the Kunlun vein, its peak touching the blue sky.
In the mountain, there were white cranes commuting and black apes swinging on vines; secluded birds flew about the bamboo forest, and golden pheasants sang amidst the flowers.
When the sun shone, thousands of red mists would rise and curl around the mountain;
When the wind blew through the gorges, myriad colorful clouds danced.
