Beast Garden, Monkey Garden.
With the emergence of the new king, the entire troupe followed him away from the clearing that had just been stained with his fresh blood.
Even those elder monkeys that had accompanied the old king for over a decade did not defy the rules of survival ingrained in their kind.
The forsaken old king, his eyes filled with a sense of desolate unwillingness, could only watch in silence as his subjects departed, not uttering a single protest.
"It is your child that has replaced you as the king of the monkeys. What have you got to be so unwilling about?"
"Do you mean to tell me you cannot survive without the monkey troupe?"
"Have you already forgotten how you lived before you became the king of the monkeys?"
Zhou Chun watched the Vajra Monkey on the ground, overcome with dejection due to its defeat, and spoke in a low tone, unleashing a series of probing questions.
He used the Ape Beast Language, confident the Vajra Monkey would understand.