"Three black-patterned coins is truly too expensive. Is there any cheaper meat?" Sun Wukong asked.
"There is."
Seeing Sun Wukong had no intention to buy human flesh, the old lion felt a pang of disdain but still produced a sheep's head, saying, "This is the meat of a sheep demon, ten silver coins per pound."
"Forget it. It's too bloody. I'm not buying."
Leaving those words behind, Sun Wukong led Yuyan and Tie Shan to other stalls, leaving the old lion filled with question marks.
Too bloody?
Was their customer a lion?
The old lion suddenly realized that the trio of lions bore not a hint of stench on them; it was as if they were spirits fond of bathing.