Under the Frost Giant Tree, everything returned to the past.
Zhou Leng slowly cultivated, while Huang lay beside him, calm and serene.
In the morning, Zhou Leng walked out of Xiaoru Village and jogged along Longyou River.
After running for a few minutes, he sighed softly in his heart.
This slow-paced jogging was too ineffective.
With his current body, even running at a speed of twenty or thirty meters per second for a day would not cause him to sweat a drop.
From now on, only in a dedicated Innate Martial Arts Dojo or the world of fierce beasts could he run with full effort.
Zhou Leng slowed his pace, focusing his attention on the surrounding environment.
Perhaps, this was the last time he would jog in the old place.
In Longyou River Park, there were children, adults, the elderly, sunlight, green grass, water.
Worldly joys, urban liveliness.
Simple, yet possessing a calming power.
In the park, the image of Martial Ancestor Yu Zhimin played continuously.
