“Yin and yang are the dao of heaven and earth, the four seasons are the root of all things!”0

Sighing, Ye Qing gently reached out and stirred the air. The Yin Yang Qi appeared in an uncertain state; hot or cold, existing or not existing. It swirled like taichi and repeated itself over and over again in mysterious and unpredictable ways.0

Inside the carriage, Qiwa was enjoying the sudden blast of cold. It was a water-type Stranger who was fond of water and loathed the fire; enjoyed coldness and disliked the hot after all. Although the temperature was low, it was a comfortable temperature for it.0

However, the cold suddenly turned into a heat wave, and it felt powerful enough to burn anything and everything. Just sensing it for a bit made it feel like it was about to burn into a pile of ash.0

“Ook ook!”0

Qiwa was so scared that it curled itself into a ball...0