When I arrived, I didn't feel a thing, but on the way back, Gao Yuan felt like his entire body was aching to death.
What pissed him off the most was that his legs started cramping. He had to stop and rest for a while, stretching his legs, otherwise, Gao Yuan really couldn't walk.
"Your stamina really is lacking..."
Xiang Weiguo looked unimpressed. Though he was tired too, because running through the mountain trails for hours would tire out anyone, he—being in his sixties—hadn't reached the point of getting leg cramps.
Gao Yuan felt helpless and yet defiant, but Xiang Weiguo's example was right there before him. He, a man in his twenties, couldn't keep up with a man in his sixties. What more could he say?
"I'm doing quite well, actually. I even exercise every day. Believe it or not, among those who work in an office like me, some wouldn't even be able to walk this far."
