Six-Eared Macaque sat down on the spot and, after taking a deep breath, began to slowly calm his mind. Although five years of daily and nightly battles had forged his resolve to be exceptionally firm, at this final juncture, he could not help but feel some inner turmoil. And in this kind of decisive battle, such fluctuations could prove fatal.
That was why Six-Eared Macaque sat down to meditate, and only when his mind was without any cracks would it be time for the great battle to commence.
Finally, after a full three Chinese Hours, Six-Eared Macaque rose to his feet. Although it was only a short span of time, it seemed as if he had undergone a transformation. The murderous and fierce aura that once permeated his being was now concealed within his heart. His entire demeanor had become subdued and weighty. If the previous Six-Eared Macaque was a sharp sword, then now he was a broad and sturdy blade.
