Atop Misty Peak.
Qiao Jiaxi, carrying a wooden bucket, ran down the mountain along the stone stairs.
"One, two, three, four!"
As Qiao Jiaxi ran, he chanted rhythmically, his breath steady, light as a swallow, not at all like an ordinary person.
"It really is strange, these past few years, my constitution has become better and better; no matter how much I run, I don't feel tired," Qiao Jiaxi muttered to himself as he ran.
Although he was still an ordinary person, he could easily jump over a three-meter wall, run continuously for an hour without getting tired, and his strength was not small; he could compete with the old oxen in the village.
At this moment, Ye Feng soared into the air, his gaze piercing through the Misty Area, watching Qiao Jiaxi carrying the bucket as he ran along.
"This kid possesses the Ancient God Bloodline; I must have him exercise more, fully stimulate his potential, to facilitate the advancement of the Ancient God physique," Ye Feng thought to himself.
