At the cold iron mine, the Six-Eared Macaque watched the recent increase in demons and raised his eyes toward the distant colorful mists and the faint singing, silently clenching his fists.
He yearned for that boisterous singing and dancing!
But...
It had nothing to do with him.
Why was the world so unfair?
The Six-Eared Macaque was resentful. Why did he, a monkey just the same, have to toil away in the mines, while another monkey was flattered by immortals and enjoyed everything?
If Huaguo Mountain were his, could he not also have such enjoyment?
The Six-Eared Macaque asked himself that question internally.
And he found an answer.
Yes.
Everyone was a monkey, and moreover, he was one of the Four Perils, the Six-Eared Macaque. Anything Sun Wukong could do, he could surely do as well.
After all, they were all monkeys!
Just what family did that Sun Wukong belong to?
The Six-Eared Macaque was somewhat puzzled.
