Jiang Ning jumped directly into the canal from the bank's shallow grass.
As he landed, the water splashed fiercely, and soon, the current roared around Jiang Ning's legs, continuing to flow turbulently.
The canal in the field was about a meter wide, with water reaching above Jiang Ning's knees, mostly because the current was too fierce, and the bottom was all slippery mud, making it hard for ordinary people to stand firmly.
"Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning!" Xue Yuantong called out.
She was so afraid Jiang Ning would be washed away, or else she'd have to risk herself to save him.
Luckily, he was unharmed.
After calming down, Xue Yuantong looked westwards along the canal.
A little further away, the canal flowed under a stone arch bridge, below which was a small pond about three meters long and wide. Further west, there was a river running from south to north, about seven or eight meters wide, with equally turbulent water.
