"It's late at night right now, so there aren't many people. It'll only get lively during the day."
Walking along the midnight street, Bai Mo spoke to the Wind Spirit floating beside him.
"Mm~"
The Wind Spirit didn't care about any of that. Liveliness or silence—it liked both. It let out a low cry of unclear meaning, showing its curiosity toward everything unknown.
With a soft pop, it turned into a gust of wind.
It flew up to a streetlamp and circled it twice, then went to fiddle with the flowers and grass by the roadside that it had never seen before. It passed through the cold stones parked along the road, swept up some bug whose name it did not know, then casually set it down halfway.
In the end, it crashed into Bai Mo's chest, turned into an airflow that tickled his face, and then sat back down on his shoulder.
Bai Mo watched it like that, finding it rather interesting. Scratching his face, which seemed a little itchy, he remembered that he still had not asked about the Wind Spirit's ability, so he asked.
"Right, Wind Spirit, your Companion Wind has awakened, hasn't it? What is it?"
"Mmwu!" Little Wind Spirit waved its fists hard, indicating that it had already awakened and was very powerful now.
"Dry Wind! What is that?"
"Wu?!" The Wind Spirit tilted its head, as if it did not know how to explain. After thinking for a long time, it simply stopped thinking.
With a leap, it plunged into Bai Mo's body.
In just an instant, cyan-white interwoven airflow coiled around Bai Mo, with white making up the majority.
Using the streetlights, he looked at the changes in himself through the glass of the shops along the street. He sensed his own state,