Impact

Winter, Saturday, 7:30 p.m.

Jiang Ning's bedroom had a Formation set up. There was no need for air conditioning; the room was as comfortable as spring in April, seemingly a world apart from the cold outside.

A tray sat on the small wooden table before the sofa, holding several small plates. The celadon plates contained cut fruit—watermelon and grapes—while the Stainless Steel plates held spicy snack strips, Beef Jerky, and braised tofu skin.

There were also several round bamboo baskets filled with Pine Nuts, sunflower seeds, and pistachios.

Jiang Ning leaned against the sofa. Without needing to get up, he merely waved a hand, and his released Spiritual Energy plucked the food and brought it to his mouth.

After having some snacks, he waved again. The milk tea brewing beside the tray rose into the air.

Tongtong, who was playing games in front of him, knew absolutely nothing.

Jiang Ning sipped his tea and played on his phone, feeling quite content.

Sometimes, he thought of his previous life. What had he been doing at 7:30 on Saturday nights back then? Probably returning from work exhausted, arriving at his rented room that cost 700 yuan a month, then taking out his phone and opening Meituan's group-order meal service to join an order with people nearby.

Just thinking about that life made Jiang Ning's entire existence seem dark.

At that moment, his cousin Jiang Junlong sent him a message. "Bro, are you getting the hang of those model aircraft?"

Jiang Ning sent a video of a model aircraft in flight. In the video, a Mustang Fighter dived toward a pond. Just as it was about to plunge into the water, it rapidly pulled up and soared into the sky. The technique was exceptionally refined.

Jiang Junlong was stunned. "With skills like that,