Tang Xiu didn’t bother explaining to Yang Le because he was perfectly clear that, even if he wasted his energy to elaborate, it would be very difficult for Yang Le to accept and understand it in a short time. While staring at the big mountain porch, Tang Xiu silently thought for a while before he grabbed Yang Le’s arm and sprinted toward that direction.
“I…”, _cough, cough_ … “Hey, slow down…”
Being dragged by Tang Xiu, Yang Le could only feel the whistling wind in his ears, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. Moreover, the speed at which Tang Xiu was sprinting was so fast that it was causing his face to look like he was seeing ghosts. He never thought someone would be able to run at such unimaginable speed.
