Duanmu Huai and Sun Wukong passed the Flame Mountain and continued forward, arriving between the ridges and heading inward. Suddenly, they saw an old man holding a dragon-headed cane, descending from the slope behind the trees, who upon seeing the two of them, immediately cried out.
"Elders heading west, halt your steeds, tighten those jade bridles. There's a band of demons on this mountain who have devoured all the people in the world, you must not proceed!"
"Oh?"
Hearing what the old man had said, Duanmu Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Monkey, go invite the old man over here."
"Alright, Master."
Upon hearing Duanmu speak, Sun Wukong also grinned, walking up to the old man; the old man, seeing Sun Wukong, was frightened out of his wits and tried to run but was caught by Sun Wukong, unable to move.
"Hey, old man, what exactly are you talking about? Why not explain it more clearly?"
"Ah, mercy, which God of Thunder are you? Quickly let me go!"
