Two minor demons were patrolling the mountain, shouldering their weapons.
"Big bro, I hear something major happened down south."
A pig-headed minor demon looked worried. Even though they were alone, he deliberately lowered his voice, afraid other demons might overhear.
At this point, there was hardly a demon who didn't know.
The other, a goat-headed monster half a head taller than the Pig Demon, shot him a look. "As long as Big Beard is around, Cang Mang Mountain won't fall into chaos. You're really... what's that human saying again?"
The Pig Demon chimed in at the right moment, "Worrying about the sky falling."
The goat-headed monster grumbled, annoyed. "What's the use of learning all this Human Race crap every day? We still end up as lowly mountain patrol grunts."
The Pig Demon turned his head away.
Ever since that big shot from the Human Race came to the Northern Plains, more and more demons had started learning their idioms.
