The sun set in the west.
Atop the high peaks in the west.
At this time, Huaguo Mountain lived up to its busy past, the monkey troop ceased their arduous practice and all gathered together, staring worriedly at the golden monkey lying flat on the ground.
Struck by golden light between his brows, Sun Wukong had already been in a coma for an afternoon; the monkeys had gone from initial panic to now anxiously waiting, anyone could guess how many psychological changes they had been through.
At this moment, the white ape's face drooped, his eyebrows knotted into hemp rope.
"If it hadn't been for digging at that spring, the king probably wouldn't have fallen into a coma!"
"Ah... If I had known, I wouldn't have accompanied him in that foolish act."
Filled with worry, the white ape looked around at the pairs of anxious eyes and truly realized the pressure Sun Wukong must have felt on a regular basis.
It seemed easy, but it was not as simple as it appeared, truly too difficult.
