King

The monkey troop stood stunned for a moment, unable to understand what the stone monkey meant.

Only the old monkey, perhaps because of his age, vaguely understood a little of what the stone monkey was trying to say.

It seemed the stone monkey had found something good inside.

After the old monkey gestured for a while, the other monkeys also seemed to understand the stone monkey's meaning.

But held back by the fear in their hearts, no matter how the stone monkey invited them, they did not dare leap into the Water Curtain Cave as he had.

After all, quite a few monkeys had previously been curious about what lay behind the waterfall.

Without exception, they had all died.

Seeing this, the stone monkey grew so anxious that he scratched at his ears and cheeks, his golden eyes filled with agitation.

He pounded his chest hard, producing dull thumps, then pointed at the waterfall before pointing at his own uninjured body, meaning, Look at me! I'm fine! It's perfectly safe!

He even turned around and, with a splash, jumped into the waterfall again. Then, under the terrified gazes of the monkey troop, he emerged a few breaths later with a crash of water, shaking the water from his head and urgently beckoning to them.

Like this, the stone monkey went in and out, out and in, having a grand time as his whole body became wet, then dry, then wet again.

Yet even so, the monkey troop remained hesitant. Fear was like an invisible wall, blocking them all.

The stone monkey anxiously paced in circles, then suddenly had an idea.

His gaze swept across the edge of the pool, where he spotted tough vines and old creepers hanging down to the water's surface.

He darted over and swiftly tore down