Hearing Xuanzang's words, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie finally shifted their gazes slowly forward.
What entered their sight was an ancient, simple stone stele. Three large characters were carved upon it: "Yellow Wind Ridge."
They lifted their eyes to look; that stone stele seemed like a sharp dividing line. On this side, lush green grass and scattered oases, full of vitality; ahead, however, was a vast, boundless expanse of yellow sand, with no end in sight.
"Such heavy Demon Qi." Sun Wukong's brows knit tightly, his voice low.
"And there's a lot of resentment too." Zhu Bajie added.
"This place is strange, there's definitely a Great Demon." Sun Wukong's tone was firm, a wary edge in his voice.
"Brother Monkey, with you here, what's there to be afraid of?"
Zhu Bajie grinned, showing a foolish smile, and said carelessly, "Just charge in."
