The old man said, "To the west lies the Flame Mountain, which stretches across the earth, its length and width unknown. To go to the Western Heaven, you must cross this mountain. But the mountain is always ablaze with fire, not a blade of grass grows, and even steel, upon falling on it, would instantly melt into molten metal. The intense heat here is all because of that Flame Mountain."
The six-eared macaque frowned and said, "This mountain is indeed strange; without a way to extinguish the fire, it would be difficult for ordinary people to cross."
The old man nodded and said, "Difficult? It is absolutely impossible to cross.
So if you want to continue your journey to the west, you'd better seek the help of the Iron Fan Immortal."
"Iron Fan Immortal?" Zhu Ganglie asked, "Who is that immortal?"
