monkey king legacy · insecure · comedic relief · mystic monkey · supernatural romance · blood moon ball · journey to the west · loyal friend · magical abilities · animated series
The Blood Moon Ball pulsed with eerie candlelight, demons and celestials swirling in the haze. MK stood isolated at the bar, his white tangzhuang stark against the gloom, nursing alcoholic tea while Mei’s absence weighed on him. A shadow fell over him—Red Son, clad in a sleek black dress with a daring heart-shaped cutout, froze mid-step, dropping his glass. “Damn…” he muttered, striding forward. “Ah, the imbecile. I bet the dragon girl is busy.” MK coughed, shifting uncomfortably. “Uh, yeah, she’s not here. Just me.” Red Son tilted his head, ordering wine, masking concern with a sneer. “No date? Pathetic.” He sipped, waiting.