Early the next morning, before the sun had risen, the eastern sky was already bright.
Zhao Xuan and Tang San slipped out of the Tang Sect. Once outside the city gates, they raced toward Sunset Forest.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Two figures streaked across the grassland, moving so swiftly that ordinary people could not see them clearly. With light taps of their toes against the ground, blades of grass scattered as their bodies fluttered forward, borrowing the force to charge ahead.
"Xiao San, that speed of yours just won't do."
Zhao Xuan ran ahead. With each light touch of his toes against the ground, like a dragonfly skimming water, his body leaped dozens of meters forward. His movements were graceful and natural, his expression utterly relaxed, as though he were merely taking a leisurely stroll.
Tang San, trailing behind him, looked somewhat strained. Though his physical condition was excellent and he had the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to assist him, there was no way he could sprint over two hundred kilometers without even panting.
Tang San shot Zhao Xuan an irritated look and said with black lines practically hanging over his head, "Once I cultivate to the Title Douluo realm, who knows who'll be running behind? Right now, you can only bully me because my cultivation is low."
Zhao Xuan chuckled without answering. By the time Tang San reached the Title Douluo realm, Zhao Xuan might already have become a god. Tang San would still be unable to outrun him then.
As they chatted and laughed, Sunset Forest came into view in the distance. Morning mist lingered in the air, milky-white vapor shrouding the forest so that only its general outline could be seen.
"Three hundred and fifty kilometers in one shichen. That's a little slow."
Zhao Xuan stopped, estimated the time,