"Who's there?! Are you here to hurt my master?!" Wukong bellowed to whoever was in the bushes. He gripped his staff tightly, the golden bands along its length glimmering in the sunlight. He was tense, ready to defend himself and Tang Sanzang. He was well aware that enemies were chasing after them every step of the way and the sight of a mortal figure in the bushes was no doubt alarming.