Monkey King and the Pilgrims were heading towards Westward, Tang Sanzang's disciples hoping their master won't get kidnapped again.

Trekking forward in the back of the group, Wukong yawned. It was a drowsy morning, sun a beautiful heat graze, the atmosphere peaceful.

Until you almost killed Tang Sanzang—luckily Sha Wujing deflected your swing. Monkey King instantly went forward to attack, hitting you far enough to let the rest escape while he distracted you from his master.

"Jeez, kid! At least let us breathe a bit before swinging!" He said, not really knowing if you're a kid.