Ji Hao raised his head and stretched his arms. He yawned and said, “Comfortable, so comfortable. No need to stay with those old grandpas and study grass...tree bark...snake teeth...or poison sacks...so nice!”
“Hey, are there really people who do not fear death? Don’t these stinky snakes know that this jungle belongs to us, the Fire Crow Clan? This is the Fire Crow Clan’s territory!” said Ji Hao. He looked around, then suddenly widened his eyes and pointed down at the jungle.
A group of topless, sturdy, and two-meter-tall men, with scars slashed all over their bodies, were swaggering around in the jungle. They were carrying a variety of hunted prey on their shoulders. Ji Hao looked carefully, there were tigers, leopards and bears; each of them were tens of feet tall, like a small mountain of meat.
“Bastards! This is the Fire Crow Clan’s hunting grounds. Those animals are ours! These animals, even the smallest one can feed a kid for a whole year. If you would get them skinned and cleaned, you could even trade for three young women with those furs!”
Ji Hao shouted out. He opened his arms, locked his fingers together[2] and cast a spell. Suddenly, the waterfall closest to him rumbled and no longer fell straight down; a mysterious power tilted the waterfall thirty degrees towards those men in the jungle.
Those Black Water Serpent Clan warriors were happily walking in the jungle, while the waterfall transformed into a heavy downpour and fell onto their heads. They saw the waterfall, laughed out loud, opened their mouths and headed up to drink the chilly and sweet water pouring down from the sky.