The vibrant sounds and colors of the festival filled the air, creating an atmosphere of celebration and joy. Sun Wukong, the great Monkey King, stood at the entrance of a small tent, his eyes scanning the bustling crowd. Beside him was his wife, He Xinfang, a serene presence amidst the chaos. Their son, Xiaotian—more commonly known as MK—stood between them, trying to mask his nervousness with a determined expression.

Inside the tent, Princess Iron Fan and her son Redson were seated, both adorned in their finest attire. The tent was modest but strategically placed next to a main hotspot for people to buy things, ensuring a steady flow of festival-goers passing by. To the right of the tent lay a dense forest and the remnants of long-abandoned buildings, providing a stark contrast to the lively scene on the left.

The group settled into their tent, the adults making small talk while MK watched the crowd. People of all ages and backgrounds moved past, some glancing curiously at the tent and its distinguished occupants. MK’s eyes darted from face to face, searching for a spark of recognition or interest.

As the minutes turned into hours, MK began to feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. He saw children playing, couples laughing, and families enjoying the festivities. Yet, despite the joyful atmosphere, he couldn't shake the feeling of being under a microscope.

Suddenly, a figure caught his eye—a young woman about his age, walking with a group of friends. She had an air of confidence and grace that immediately drew him in. MK's heart skipped a beat as he watched her, feeling an inexplicable pull.