The monkey didn't rashly fly straight to the mountain peak, but instead used the cover of night to fly high into the sky.
From within the Black Mist sealed by it, only a powerful Flying Artifact could be seen, on which many human males and females were perched, each one a handsome man or beautiful woman.
Its eyes caught sight of the fine wine and roasted meat, unable to help but drool.
Its monkeys and monkey grandchildren, under the leadership of the king, were unable to join the king in the sky, but they climbed to the mountain peak in groups, a large troop of monkeys ascending.
Where they roamed, not to mention insects scurrying away, even the rats and snakes that prowled at night all hid in the grasses.
Perhaps it had always been their territory, and with the support of the king, the children's movements were still silent, you could say they chatted and called to each other as they moved, creating a lively scene.
