Xiaoshanhe Institute.
Ye Heng, dressed in a profound garb, carried two large cauldrons on his shoulders as he ran rapidly around the martial arts field.
His speed was incredibly fast, each cauldron weighing several thousand pounds, yet he carried them with ease. His tiptoes touched the ground as if he were a dragonfly skimming water, barely making contact before taking off again.
His swift pace kicked up clouds of dust behind him.
He had been persisting in his training since before dawn.
The martial arts field measured a couple thousand meters in circumference, and only after fifty laps did he stop, placing the two cauldrons back in the corner of the field.
Thud, thud!
The cauldrons landed with a resonant sound.
"Ye Heng!"
A clear voice suddenly came from behind him; a graceful young lady approached him, her white dress flowing as she moved.
Ye Heng paused, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Nangong!"
Nangong Liuyun.
