Sun Wukong stood under an old locust tree.
After a long time, a gust of wind blew through the treetops of the old locust tree, as if carrying a sigh.
"How did you find me?"
The old locust tree asked.
"No one can escape my eyes."
Sun Wukong said, "You are the Mountain God here."
His golden eyes seemed as if they could see through everything.
A pair of eyes appeared on the old locust tree, gazing at the creatures following behind Sun Wukong.
The creatures looked at him warily, as if on guard.
"Are they your subordinates?"
The old locust tree asked.
"No."
Sun Wukong shook his head: "They are people who came to assassinate me."
"It doesn't look that way."
The old locust tree laughed, noting the reverence for Sun Wukong in the creatures' expressions; how could they be assassins.
However, Sun Wukong was not lying.
