"Are you really in your late 20s?" Miao Xihe asked.
"I am," Wang Yao replied.
Miao Xihe remained silent for a long time.
"I thought of living indefinitely before," he finally said. "I once lost hope about that. But seeing this herbal field of yours lit up my hopes again."
"If you're able to stay alive, that is," Wang Yao sternly said.
"Let's begin!" Miao Xihe made a move but quickly found himself incapable of flinching.
Wang Yao pressed at the air before him, causing him to feel as if a mountain had been brought down onto him. It made it impossible for him to move.
Move!
Miao Xihe clenched his teeth. The golden sheen on his face intensified. He was able to move again, but he still felt heavy. It was as if he had been placed in invisible shackles. It severely limited his speed. Such movements would not have been able to hurt Wang Yao at all.
A punch was seen.
It was streaking through the air.
