Wukong comforted the two elders and said: “There’s no need to be sad. Gladly would I trade my life for that of your son. This will allow your family name to endure for generations and generations. I am willing to be offered to that Great King you have spoken of.”
One day, as the monkeys drilled in the training grounds, the Handsome Monkey King, swept up in the fervor, leaped into the fray, brandishing a heavy ringed blade. Silver light flashed like meteors, drawing cheers from his troops.