Chang State.
Brother Monkey stood on the hill, once again wearing that pot-like hat, topped with his own Curved-necked Heaven-facing Dove.
But this time there was no Zhang Ze by his side, no golden pangolin, nor a floating mountain overhead.
Instead, there were a few Firefly Spirits making a constant buzzing sound, flying around him.
After flying around him for a while, the Firefly Spirits greeted him and disappeared.
Brother Monkey held the iron rod in his hand, feeling the temperature of the metal, yet still somewhat dazed.
It seemed as if the mystical adventure from months ago was just a dream he had last night.
However, everything around him reminded him that those experiences were real.
"Husband, didn't you hand over the shift? Aren't we going home?" A gentle voice sounded from behind him.
Brother Monkey, newly married in secret, turned back to look at his petite wife and grinned.
"Home, home."
