To Lonely Wind Ridge, Golden Leopard King

Lonely Wind Ridge was lush and verdant, stretching boundlessly for thousands of miles.

Within the ridge stood a small town, secluded from the world and fairly peaceful.

At the foot of a mountain hollow closest to Lonely Wind Ridge lived a family surnamed Qiao.

The family of four worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.

One day, while the young Qiao couple worked in the fields, a strange wind suddenly swept in and carried them away without a trace.

Several months later, Xuanzang and his group arrived at this ridge.

"Master, slow down!"

"Wukong, Bajie, Wujing, let us rest up ahead!"

The moment Xuanzang and his group entered Lonely Wind Ridge, they were spotted by a little demon patrolling the mountain. It swiftly returned to the Golden Coin Cave Residence deep within Lonely Wind Ridge to report.

Inside the Golden Coin Cave Residence, a Leopard Head Demon King covered in Golden Coin Patterns reclined on a Leopard Print Throne. Beside him, a pretty young woman sobbed and begged him to spare her husband.

Before long, the patrolling little demon rushed into the cave residence.

"Great King! Great King! We found a monk riding a white horse."

The Leopard Head Demon King abruptly rose. "A monk riding a white horse?"

"Could he be... the scripture seeker from Great Tang?"

After pondering for a moment, the Leopard Head Demon King left the cave residence and headed toward Xuanzang's group. He hid in the shadows and began observing them.

At that moment, Xuanzang and his group were resting beneath a large tree.

Zhu Bajie took out the few remaining pieces of dry rations and stepped forward.

"Master, eat."

Xuanzang shook his head with a smile. "Bajie, your master is not hungry. You eat."

Zhu Bajie grinned foolishly and stuffed the rations