It was evident that this pure white dove had endured an extremely arduous journey.
Even though it was flying with all its might, its flight was very unsteady, wobbling as if it could fall out of the sky at any moment.
Seeing this, Zhao Ya immediately extended his fingers and gently stirred the air in front of him.
Then a miraculous scene unfolded.
A ripple of an invisible force rapidly spread out, rushing towards the homing pigeon in an instant.
Afterward, a gentle force, like a pair of invisible large hands, gently lifted the exhausted pigeon and brought it to Zhao Ya.
Zhao Ya caught it, quickly removed the message pouch tied to its leg, then pulled out a piece of jerky and stuffed it into the pigeon's mouth, gently stroking its feathers.
The refined True Power swiftly soothed its muscles, cramped from excessive fatigue.
