A thousand miles beyond Mount Fuling.
In a small mountain valley.
"Since the king has left, we don't know when he will return, is it dangerous?" the One-Armed Monkey, wielding a broken stone sword, swung vigorously, sweeping and slashing, creating gusts of wind, appearing exceptionally powerful.
Next to him, the white ape was doing squats, then switched to push-ups, saying, "Alas, our strength is insufficient, we cannot help him!"
Sun Wukong had left Mount Fuling long ago, settling the troop of monkeys in this small mountain valley, letting them self-train.
At first, the troop of monkeys didn't feel anything, but while training, they suddenly felt a bit listless. After thinking about it, they realized it was because they were missing inspirational speeches and missions.
Without inspirational speeches and missions, the monkeys were like souls lost, still training but lacking the usual sense of excitement.
