Ten Thousand Great Mountains.
"Come on, brother, have another drink!"
The Great Demon King raised his glass to the dumbass at the table.
"Old Lion, I didn't realize you still have good wine here!"
The dumbass lowered his head, draining his glass, and said drunkenly.
"Of course, say no more, if we're talking about wine, there's no better than ours here in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains on Gourd Island!"
Called Old Lion by the dumbass, the Great Demon King patted his chest and said.
"Not bad, indeed not bad!" The dumbass swayed his head: "By the way, isn't this place really called Lion Camel Ridge?"
"I've told you several times, brother, you drank too much. This is Ten Thousand Great Mountains, where on earth is Lion Camel Ridge? Though it does sound nice!"
Old Lion shook his head.
"Has a monkey ever passed through here? Brought along a monk? And a pig traveling with them?" The dumbass continued asking.
"No! Absolutely not!"
Old Lion was exasperated.
