"Rui Beisheng stopped too!"
Xian Xiaoying saw Rui Beisheng, who was only inches away, collapse to his knees. He tried several times to crawl back up, yet failed every time, and her breathing began to turn ragged.
Her beautiful eyes were fixed tightly on Qin Shaofeng.
She wanted to tell him again to put her down and continue alone.
Yet though she opened her small mouth several times, she could not bring herself to say those words.
She knew.
He had domineeringly carried her on his back and brought her forward not because of what Seventh Senior Sister Xian Mengyao had said.
He had his own reasons.
Reasons related to cultivation.
Even in cultivation, reaching a level like Qin Shaofeng's was something almost unimaginable.
Nine hundred and eighty-three.
Nine hundred and eighty-four.
Qin Shaofeng's footsteps never stopped.
Though his pace had become slower and slower, he continued moving forward without pause.
Gradually.
His footsteps reached Rui Beisheng's side.
Rui Beisheng turned his head with difficulty.
He saw that Qin Shaofeng was still carrying Xian Xiaoying on his back, staggering along. Each step made his body tremble for a long while.
It seemed as though he might collapse at any moment, just as Rui Beisheng had.
Yet he persisted.
Little by little, he moved forward.
Already completely stalled on the nine hundred and eighty-fifth step, with thoughts of giving up nearly filling his entire mind, his eyes grew increasingly bloodshot.
No, I can't fall yet!
He's merely an ant from a tiny small world, yet he bears pressure no weaker than mine—perhaps even greater—and he has reached the same number of steps as me. He's even gradually surpassing me.
Though I, Rui Beisheng, may not bear the name of a genius.
Those so-called geniuses before me are nothing but dregs.
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