Winter, the weather is clear, the sunshine is warm.
The temperature is still icy cold, but fortunately, Jiang Ning's warming array is constantly in effect.
"Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning, the sky is so blue."
"Mm."
"Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning, are you sleepy?"
"Not sleepy."
Xue Yuantong pouted: "Liar! You've been running outside all morning, and you say you're not sleepy, hum!"
Jiang Ning: "Sleepy."
Xue Yuantong: "Haha, you really did run outside all morning. It tired you out, didn't it?"
Jiang Ning was too lazy to pay attention to her. He gazed up at the blue sky, watching a sparrow flapping its wings, flying from one treetop to another.
Jiang Ning lightly moved his fingers, and with a press of spiritual power, the flying sparrow suddenly jerked and fell straight down.
Luckily, its self-contained flight control was superb, it flapped its wings frantically and managed to rise forcefully, fleeing in panic.
