Yin Hu left the mansion in a hurry.
He didn't notice that at that moment, in a secluded corner inside the General's residence, a golden cicada silently appeared and began to crawl, sauntering out of the cave dwelling and eventually flying away from White Tiger Ridge.
Back to his territory.
The white ape was crouched on a large rock, carving characters. On closer inspection, they were the words "Flower-Fruit Mountain."
Seeing it was Sun Wukong, the white ape said with some sadness, "Elder Black Ape used to say that no matter where we are, our home will always be called Flower-Fruit Mountain!"
Alas~
With a light sigh, Sun Wukong patted his shoulder to offer comfort, and suddenly said, "Since we're free right now, tell me about the monkey tribe's past."
It was a painful memory, and the white ape was reluctant to recall it. "What's there to say? It was all hardship and peril, every day we were fleeing!"
