The Real Lu Qingxue?

At four in the morning, Mu Fan jolted awake in bed and looked out at the pitch-black night beyond the window.

Mu Fan felt as though he had woken from a dream. He had not experienced this kind of life for ten days, yet it had already been engraved into his mind as instinct.

When he lay down in that familiar bed again, that instinctive reaction was naturally awakened.

"Morning exercise."

After quickly washing up, Mu Fan gently pushed open his door. The empty living room held only scattered tables and chairs, showing what those crazy companions had been up to last night.

The moment he took his first step onto the stone path, damp with moisture, his body's functions rapidly activated and revived.

A scorching force began to awaken within him.

On the deserted road, a lone figure appeared, running into the darkness.

That familiar boulder, that winding and endless mountain path.

With a shout, Mu Fan grinned when he once again felt the heavy boulder resting on his back.

This was rare tranquility. This was the life that belonged to him.

He liked everything here.

"Hah! Ah! Hah! Ah..."

Those powerful cries carried farther and farther on the cold mountain wind.

The path of physical cultivation prized perseverance.

And Mu Fan had never forgotten the dream in his heart.

He would shine in the darkness, and in the end, his dream would come true.

The enormous stone rose and fell with Mu Fan in an unimaginable manner, from the foot of the mountain to its summit.

At the peak of Little Green Mountain was still that platform made from piled stones.

With a thud, Mu Fan landed heavily on it, and the echo traveled far into the distance.

Steam rose from his sweat. Mu Fan gently set