The Training Ground wasn't particularly far from the dormitory, but it wasn't close either. Along the way, Ling Qi's pace varied, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes big, sometimes small. It seemed as if he was testing Mu Lin. Regrettably, regardless of his changes, the slender figure behind him continued to follow steadily, not even so much as an extra pant emitting from her.
She truly is a master.
Ling Qi took another look at Mu Lin with new-found admiration.
During this little test, the two had unknowingly returned to the Training Ground. The crowd there was being thoroughly 'refreshed' by another instructor - drenched in sweat, wishing for death. They were basically only panting, forgetting what it meant to breathe in.
Do you want to know what they're doing? There's no need for me to explain, is there?
With just one glance, Mu Lin recognized a few familiar faces running on the Training Ground. Compared to the others, these few didn't seem particularly disheveled.