The night was as thick as ink, the fog gradually thickened, and the temperature became colder.
When Jiang Ning returned to his room, it was already past midnight.
The events of the night made him unable to fall asleep.
He simply decided not to sleep and went to the courtyard to practice.
...
The next morning.
At the entrance of the residence.
Clouds gathered densely, the weather clearly not good.
Liuu Wanwan tidied up Jiang Yiming's student attire and patted away the nonexistent dust on his hem.
"Remember to follow your uncle later and enter the Holy Temple for the offering, be sure to adhere to the rituals!"
"I know, mother!" Jiang Yiming nodded with a calm expression.
"Also, don't speak loudly!" Liuu Wanwan reminded once more.
"Got it! Got it!!" Jiang Yiming was a little impatient.
"You child!!" Liuu Wanwan felt a bit helpless seeing this.
Jiang Ning couldn't help but smile as well.
Jiang Yiming was at that age, rebelling and tired of parental nagging.
