“Who the fuck stole my jungle camp [1]!?” Ye Qing turned around and glared at Rainbow Child with deep displeasure.9

“You look really strong, big brother. Come play with me!” Rainbow Child giggled before swinging his twintails at Ye Qing.2

Ye Qing gently leaped into the air and darted all over the place like gravity had no hold over him. No matter how fast Rainbow Child swung his twintails, he was always able to dodge them by a hair’s breadth.0

“No fun! It’s not fun if you dodge, big brother!” Rainbow Child complained with a pout. As if on cue, his twintails abruptly came loose and spread into a sea of black hair—or was it? When Ye Qing looked closer, he discovered that the “hair” wasn’t hair at all. It was some sort of tendril that one could usually find beneath the cap of a mushroom or other seed plants. In any case, it was spine-chilling to see them flailing all over the place and towering over the place like a tidal wave.2

Swoosh!0

In response, Ye Qing flicked his wrist and swung his sleeve. His energy spiked to peak levels in an instant, and the clouds in the sky vibrated as if responding to the move. 0

“Flowing Cloud, Flying Sleeve”0

Boom!0

A long gap appeared in the sea of black tendrils and temporarily revealed the sky and the moon. The next moment, Ye Qing...0