Shi Kuang was in a desperate rush. He had bolted away from the treehouse where the "sunset-haired goddess" was staying, determined to find a secluded spot to fix his image.
His plan was simple: wash off the mud, ditch the beast form, and return in his full, glorified human form, the kind of look that usually made females in the high plains swoon.
He was so busy daydreaming about his "cool entrance" that he did not even look where he was going. He was running like a blind cub through the heavy rain.
BAM!
He collided with something solid. A sharp, high pitched female yell pierced through the sound of the rain, followed by a loud SPLASH.
Shi Kuang skidded to a stop, his lion ears twitching. He looked down, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Another tree?" he blurted out, stunned. "Another walking bush?"
Lying in a particularly deep and brown mud puddle was another leafy green shape.
