"Light the fire quickly!"
Xue Yuantong was starving and urgently needed Jiang Ning's help.
Despite strangers being nearby, she remained unashamed. Jiang Ning had previously performed magic at school, which wasn't a skill to hide.
"Okay." Jiang Ning walked to the iron pot, while Xue Yuantong considerately moved a small stool for him to sit down and fully focus on his task.
Xue Chuchu, nearby, was watching closely, curious about Jiang Ning's magic.
She had never seen the magic of lighting a fire before.
The little girl eating seaweed widened her eyes; this group's picnic was different from others on the little grassland.
Jiang Ning stretched his hand under the pot, covering the wood. He activated his Spiritual Power, and a red flame suddenly ignited from his palm, quickly spreading beneath the pot.
"Be careful, it's hot!" Xue Chuchu hastily warned when Jiang Ning's hand got scorched by the fire.
