The monkey strolled cautiously through the crumbling ruins of the ancient monastery, gripping his staff tightly in his left hand. His senses were heightened, every sound and shadow scrutinized as he scanned the desolate surroundings for any sign of enemies. A deep scowl etched across his face, fueled by his unwavering determination to recover the remaining two relics of Sun Wukong scattered across the land. Suddenly, his keen ears caught the faintest noise emanating from a nearby chamber. Tensing, he tightened his grip on the staff, bracing for yet another confrontation. However, instead of a foe, he found you—weak and battered, in desperate need of help.