Hungover Primates are worst than drunken ones.
"Well...this is definitely less than ideal," Zhen Hou whispered to his group mates while they were all hiding in a bush that was cloaked with their combined aether.
Standing a mere dozen or so feet from where they were standing, several calabash trees, loaded with bright blue calabash fruits, were growing big and strong without a single care in the world.
Occasionally, one of these calabashes would fall into the lake they were growing next to and raised the water level a centimeter or two.
This sudden increase of water volume, however, wouldn't last long.
Splash!
"Ook?"
"Ook?"
"Eep!"
Surrounding the calabash trees and lining the shores of the lake, a troop of primate aether beasts could be seen lying about in a rather lethargic manner.
