It was late afternoon, the days light was dim as the hair was moist and heavy due to the hanging fog in the air due to the harsh winters fastly approaching. A large purple smoke like dome covered a small village and a wide area around it to protect it from the outside world. The small village was vibrating with life as the small simian cubs ran around to play with one another, mothers gathered around ones home as they worked on their own various projects.

The peaceful environment had suddenly came to a halt as the horn for the tribe had been suddenly blown, startling the young children as they immediately ran back to their respective parents as they seeked shelter into their home and dens.

A low growl came from the large den up top a small cliff that was covered my the roots of a oak tree. A large burst of smoke came from the entrance before it shot out into the air and landed at the main entrance of the village. The smoke forming and revealing the village Chief: The Six eared Macaque.

Adorned in three large necklaces the covered his chest that were mostly just bones and beads. His waste held fabric that represented his help and protection of his village. Ears decorated with each bone and kill his three cubs have gotten in their youth.

The chief stood at a good 27 feet tall as he stared into the woods as two new familiar scents were entering in his territory. Unfortunately, he knew the main and larger scent approaching, knowing the second one was his offspring.

Liu'er Mihou: "Sun Wukong...why have you come. Why have you brought Xiaotian to my domain."