At 4 o'clock in the morning, Mu Fan jolted awake from his bed and looked out at the pitch-black darkness outside the window.
Mu Fan felt as if he were in a dream, he hadn't experienced this kind of life for ten days, but it had already become an instinct ingrained in his brain.
When he lay back down on the familiar bed, this instinctive reaction was naturally activated.
"Morning training."
After a quick wash, Mu Fan gently pushed open the door to his room, inside the empty living room, only the scattered chairs and tables showed what his crazy companions had been up to last night.
With the first step on the moist stone road, his body's functions began to rapidly activate and revive.
A steaming power began to awaken within him.
On the deserted road, the only figure appeared, running against the night.
That familiar boulder, that winding and lengthy mountain path.
With a shout, when Mu Fan felt the heavy boulder on his back again, he grinned.
