The cold wind of Thanksgiving roared through the academy for an entire night.
It didn't cease even the next morning.
Upon getting up, Zheng Qing unsurprisingly saw the ground covered with fallen branches and leaves. Bald-nosed ravens and gray squirrels hurriedly foraged through the fallen nuts in the biting wind, collecting nature's bounty in preparation for the foreseeable harsh winter.
Xin Fat Man, on the other hand, was full of praise for the Thanksgiving gifts the sprites gave yesterday.
"I thought I'd never use these things in my lifetime."
On the way to class, he tugged at the thick scarf tucked in his hood and collar, his round nose turning red from the wind, his voice somewhat muffled: "I want to bring them a bottle of apple nectar when I return tonight; even unicorns love that drink!"
