Leiter had always known that Shilke was diligent and hardworking, but before this, he had never had a concrete understanding of just how 'diligent and hardworking' he was.
After all, Leiter had his own affairs to attend to in Elf King Castle and couldn't keep an eye on Shilke every moment of the day.
At most, he would occasionally pick a morning-training session to spar with Shilke and offer him some guidance on swordsmanship.
Of course, while they had been in Elf Forest, Shilke had often been pestered by the elves to tell them stories. That was another reason.
And Shilke himself understood his own mission. He had not come to Elf Forest to cultivate.
But after they were transferred to this camp, he had undoubtedly set his original mission aside for the time being. Shilke's daily routine now consisted of nothing but training besides eating and sleeping.
On the first day of camp life, after sparring with Shilke for a while, Leiter wiped the sweat from his forehead and decided that was about enough for today.
Then he looked at Shilke, who showed no intention of resting at all, and froze for two seconds.
"Are you going to keep training? Sometimes, training too much isn't a good thing."
Leiter enthusiastically shared his own cultivation experience with Shilke. His core philosophy was to combine work and rest.
Diligence was a good thing, but excessive diligence was another matter entirely.
How could Shilke possibly not understand that principle?
The main issue was that, in Shilke's view, the current situation was still a long way from 'excessive diligence.' In fact, one could even say that his training had only just begun.
"Please rest assured. I know my own limits when it comes to this training load."
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