The next morning.
Perhaps dawn had brought some change, or perhaps the Divine Banyan Spirit Leaf's windproof barrier had grown stronger. The gale that had raged all night had subsided by more than half.
On the way to school, fallen branches and leaves littered the road. Quite a few trees had even been blown over, making the city look as though it had suffered a catastrophe.
The temperature was also much lower than yesterday.
The biting wind coming head-on felt even more piercing.
Every passerby was wrapped up tightly. Many had covered their faces with scarves, leaving only their eyes exposed.
Cheng Han did not care about that.
With the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame in his body, it was like carrying a hand warmer everywhere.
Cold? That did not exist!
As he passed through a narrow lane, Cheng Han noticed a large tree, thicker than an adult's waist, had been blown down by the gale and was lying right across the middle of the road.
He looked around, saw that nobody was nearby, and muttered, "As a model citizen who has repeatedly assisted the authorities in fighting crime, I can't just ignore this."
Under normal circumstances, no fewer than five or six adults working together could move it.
But for Cheng Han, it was no problem at all.
Cheng Han stopped his Bicycle and flicked his right hand several times. A Flame Thread flashed and vanished, too fast for the naked eye to follow.
A wisp of green smoke rose up.
The trunk was instantly sliced into several pieces.
He then used the Mountain Moving Hand technique, effortlessly lifting chunks of wood weighing hundreds of pounds and tossing them to the roadside.
Smack! Smack!
Cheng Han clapped his hands a few times and smiled. "One good deed a day—waiting