"All right, then."
The child did not pester them any further. He turned his back on the master and disciples and skipped up the mountain.
His red bellyband fluttered in the wind, and the gold anklets around his ankles clinked with a delicate jingling.
After only a few steps, he suddenly stopped and slowly looked back.
"Monk."
He spoke with a grin, much of the innocence draining from his face to reveal a viciousness utterly at odds with his age:
"No one has ever dared refuse me."
"If I tell you to play with me, then you have to play with me. Since you've refused, let's see whether you can make it out of this mountain!"
With the Golden Cudgel resting on his shoulder, Wukong scoffed and retorted:
"Little brat, don't talk so big! Hurry back to your cave and find your parents. Don't leave them fretting at home!"
The child's expression suddenly changed, darkening as he stared fixedly at Wukong.
Wukong took the cudgel off his shoulder, planted it on the ground, and laughed.
"What are you staring at me like that for, child?"
"I was being kind, showing concern for you, and you don't even appreciate it. So rude right from the start!"
"One look tells me you're a naughty little rascal who won't listen! Hurry home. Keep misbehaving, and I'll go tell your parents and have them teach you a proper lesson. They'll spank your bottom!"
The child's face darkened further. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulging.
He stamped his foot fiercely without saying a word. His body instantly turned into a streak of red light that shot into the sky and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Watching Hong Yun leave, Wukong turned to Xuanzang with a grin.
"Master, one look tells you that