Cultivation must be practiced at every moment, everywhere.
Although Shen Lang was anxious to get back and settle matters concerning the Thousand-leaf Fruit, he still insisted on running all the way up from the foot of the mountain.
By the time he huffed and puffed his way up to Feixian Garden on Songdu Peak, he could already hear a familiar voice from a distance.
"All of you who think I'm handsome, dashing, suave, and drop-dead gorgeous, please step forward."
Chu Qingcheng's voice was as magnetic as ever.
And because it was so magnetic, the ones who stepped forward this time were all females.
Every single one of them gazed at Chu Qingcheng with stars in their eyes. The only thing missing was a river of drool from the corners of their mouths to complete the Milky Way Galaxy.
Chu Qingcheng smiled charismatically. "Very good. Now, run ten laps around Feixian Garden."
