One week later, in the early morning.
The sun had not even risen yet.
The autumn sky was dim and deserted, with heavy forest mist piling up around the Training Society. The stars had not yet faded, still twinkling at the edge of the sky.
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In this chilly morning, the dense fog slowly stirred, eventually revealing a small squad jogging around the Training Society, all uniformly dressed in thick and plain winter school uniforms, walking heavily and slowly.
An Su smiled, admiring the newborn morning light and even more so these thriving future prospects of the Church.
What a beautiful sight.
The excellent tradition of morning exercise was naturally part of the education.
Not only sports students like warriors had to jog, but literary students like magicians also had to run!
Everyone's eyes were deathly dull and empty, almost reaching the point of hopelessness.
