Standing at a ledge looking down, Wukong stared at the bottom of the castle, trying to get a good grasp of the height. As he stared down into the courtyard, he watched as everyone below looked like rats moving from one place to another. At such a height, they even looked fast like actual rats, or perhaps Wukong was just imagining things.
Lifting his gaze, he peered into the distance while trying to keep his eyes open as the gentle but successive winds of this height blew at him from all corners. Squinting his eyes, Wukong stared at the distance and once more, the reality of seeing miles and miles into the distance had not sunk into his head properly. Each time he peered into the distance, he always found himself dawning an annoying headache.
Satisfied with making himself feel sick, he turned around, so he could see the multitude of Tethereds and maids doing one thing or the other.
