Amid the mountains, three figures sped through the air.
Ye Qiuchen and the other two were travel-worn. In seven days, they had covered nearly half the journey, but all three were in an extremely sorry state.
After traveling at such high intensity and enduring many battles, their clothes were torn to shreds. Their hair was stained with blood and dust, clumped together, making them look like vagrants.
Yet the three were excited. They were getting closer and closer.
"Let's rest for a while! We rushed through nearly half the journey today. There's no need to hurry so much for the rest!" Long Hai transmitted to the other two as he sped onward.
"Alright, let's rest by the river ahead!"
Ye Qiuchen pointed at the great river ahead and suggested it.
The three said no more. After flying several more miles, they reached the riverbank and descended.
"These old arms and legs of mine have really suffered. If this keeps up, these old bones are going to fall apart!" Long Hai sat by the river, pounding his legs and panting heavily. His gaze could not help drifting toward Ye Qiuchen.
"Truly, each generation surpasses the last—the front wave gets slapped onto the beach!"
Ye Qiuchen was a rising star. His strength was the same as Long Hai's, both at the Xiantian Peak, but although Ye Qiuchen's breathing was somewhat disordered, he was clearly in far better condition. At the very least, he was not sprawled on the ground without the desire to get up like Long Hai.
Even Hui Hai was in much better shape than him. It seemed one truly could not refuse to admit old age.
Ye Qiuchen filled a flask with water and handed it to Long Hai. "You're too modest, Long Hai. Your Prenatal aura is deep