We Parted at Fangcun Mountain. How Have You Been, Junior Brother?

Sun Wukong: “Hey! What demon are you, daring to block your Grandpa Sun’s way?” I heard the monkey call out to me, turned around, and smiled. “Junior Brother, it’s been more than five hundred years since we parted at Fangcun Mountain. Have you been well?” A gust of autumn wind swept by, dispersing the thin mist in the mountains. Two or three yellow leaves drifted down from a tree and landed on Sun Wukong. The Golden Cudgel in his tightly clenched right hand trembled slightly. His eyes seemed ready to brim with tears. “S... Second Senior Brother... Bajie... s-split the luggage... I, Old Sun, am home!” ...Nearby, Tang Sanzang