Amid the mountains and forests, the leaves rustled, the morning wind swept fiercely, and sunlight slanted down like golden threads.
Gu Chang'an shot through the woods, his feet seemingly carried by the wind. In the blink of an eye, he had darted dozens of yards through the dense trees, his robes fluttering as a fading afterimage lingered behind him.
Luo Qing pursued him relentlessly. His steps were as steady as nails and awls, and though his movement technique was not weak, he remained forever just a hair's breadth behind Gu Chang'an!
"This brat... Why is he getting faster and faster?!"
Luo Qing was shaken to the core. The veins at his temples bulged faintly, and his gaze grew increasingly cold.
He was a dignified seventh-grade expert, with sinews and bones tempered and marrow refined, his inner force surging like rivers and seas. Yet he was actually being left behind in movement speed by an eighth-grade junior?!
—It was simply humiliating!
What he did not know was that Gu Chang'an had already burned through his lifespan.
By then, his Gale Step had already reached the level of mastery, while his physique had also risen to nearly 600.
"Gu Chang'an!" he roared. "Stop right there!!"
Before long, an open space suddenly appeared ahead. Gu Chang'an abruptly stopped, his back straight as he stood atop a rocky outcropping, his robes snapping and fluttering in the wind.
Luo Qing hurriedly stopped as well, his expression savage and his gaze cold as a snake's.
"What? Not running anymore? Are you afraid, or—tired?"
He slowly advanced, his tone dripping with mockery. The cane in his hand struck the ground, producing heavy sounds like a war drum: "Thud, thud, thud."
Gu Chang'an turned around. His expression was indifferent, but a mocking edge lifted the corner of his