On the square carved from white jade, a young man was jogging slowly, panting heavily.
Afei had eaten a meal—the most sumptuous one he had enjoyed since Brother Hao pulled him from the water—and then he had started running. There was also a man in a gray robe and veil on the square.
He was the one supervising Afei's running, arranged by Pei Yulou.
Afei was not simply running laps around the square. He was wearing a special outfit prepared by Pei Yulou that could apply gravity. At first, it had been set to normal, but every half hour, the gravity increased by one level.
He was currently at 1.3 times normal gravity. The muscles throughout his body were already crying out in pain, but he could only keep running.
Because Pei Yulou had promised to cure Qiqi's illness, promised to find Brother Hao a job, promised to give the others a chance to receive an education—and, on top of that, a house!
For these children who could only make their home beneath a bridge, this was probably... a miracle, right?
"Keep running! Don't stop! Even if you were born a Divine Ability User, without a powerful physique, you won't be able to withstand the might of your divine ability!"
"This is an age ruled by cultivators, but the higher a cultivator's cultivation, the stronger their bodies become!"
"Without a warrior's heart, you don't deserve to call yourself a mage!"
"Didn't you eat? Don't stop!"
The person training Afei was called Jia Er.
From the steps, Pei Yulou casually glanced at the figure jogging around the square before turning to leave. A man-high, distorted vortex appeared behind her. She passed through it and appeared in an antique room the next second.
Zhao Wumian was engrossed in reading an ancient book.