Zhu Ganglie muttered curses under his breath, "Who's the numbskull who wrote such an unlucky stele? This is way more than eight hundred li. It's eighty thousand, no, eight hundred thousand li!"
Grumbling, Zhu Ganglie leaped off the big tree and arbitrarily picked a direction to walk.
He didn't really expect to discover anything, merely muttering to himself, "Old Zhu won't climb high, for sure there are demons up there. This mountain's treacherously wicked, just looking at it you know it's swarming with age-old demons, Old Zhu certainly doesn't want to bump into them.
Down the mountain, there must be minor demons patrolling, not a good idea to go there.
The middle of the mountainside is the easiest place to let one's guard down, I just need to blend in for a while.
When the time comes and the master asks me what mountain this is, I'll say it's Lion Camel Ridge.
If he asks me if there are any demons, I'll say there are.
