"Big Claw" and "Mountain God" are what the mountain folk call it. They're talking about the Tiger.
Hearing this, Zhao Jun, who was sitting nearby, immediately perked up his ears.
In his past life, while digging for Ginseng in the deep, old-growth forests of the Far East in Rakshasa Country, he had once glimpsed the distant shadow of a Tiger.
But here, on his home mountain, he had never seen a Tiger in two lifetimes.
As he listened to the uncle and nephew talk, Hu Dahai asked Song Dong where he had encountered the Tiger.
Song Dong said, "Over at the back of Lingxi on Old Ghost Head Ridge, on top of Chicken Crown Cliff."
Hu Dahai's face darkened at his words. "Didn't I tell you?" he snapped. "You're not supposed to go to Old Ghost Head Ridge! I lost two dogs there a decade or so ago. Didn't I tell you there was a Tiger there?"
