The moonlight bathed the river, making the gently flowing water crystal clear.
With the changing weather, the outside wilderness grew eerier at night.
The wind on the river beach was somewhat strong, but it couldn't put out the burning enthusiasm in Yan Fei's heart.
He leaped high and flapped his wings vigorously; however, after a few swings, missing a balance, he tilted and descended.
Again, he mustered his strength, flapped his wings once, twice... After several attempts, although he didn't get too far from the ground, Yan Fei was exhilarated; he had flown over the river, almost plunging into it.
A gust of wind suddenly blew across, seeming instinctual, his wings took advantage of the wind, and amidst the moonlight, the dark wings flapped powerfully, lifted, and once again flew into the air.
