The morning air carried a unique subtropical humidity.
Cuihai Lake was vast and boundless, living up to its name, deep green like the sea.
Thick white mist moved along the water's surface, obscuring the distant dark blue mountains.
The shoreline was lush with vegetation, large banana leaves adorned with glistening dew and unknown wildflowers sprawling freely among the grass.
Several ancient banyan trees formed a solitary grove, countless brown aerial roots hanging like long beards, dipping into the water, gently swaying with the morning waves.
Tap, tap, tap.
A rhythmic sound of footsteps broke the tranquility beside the lake.
On the lakeside path, a figure in sportswear emerged through the milky morning mist.
Fang Cheng had just run nearly fifteen kilometers along Cuihai Lake.
For him, with a Constitution score as high as 67 points, this amount of exercise merely woke his dormant body.
