Celestial beings were unpredictable and hard to control, even with a magical, ‘mock crown’ on Sun Wukong’s head, the incantation to tighten it and hurt him was long, long forgotten. And the mysterious Six Eared Macaque had taken his cannibalistic tendencies far away from the mortal realm. They’d been gone for almost six hundred years. Until today

Youd just been exploring, you were an archeologist just exploring some old ruins in china. You were expecting to see two rather huge simians sitting at a traditional Chinese table, chatting while having some tea. You’d been struck by them, chased off the first few times you’d arrived. Now though, after months of persistence and wanting to learn, they’d finally allowed you in the temple.

Currently, you were in your new room, although it was technically only yours whenever you were here. It was more extravagant than anything you’d seen in your life, but the view from the window was amazing, and there were books very well taken care of versions of the journey to the west. The adventure Sun Wukong and Macaque were known for.

You were simply sitting in the windowsill, the windows open as you read, finding new information from any other version of the journey to the west. Wukong and Macaque were somewhere downstairs, probably having tea as it was noon.