Mu Xiaoyao could only follow helplessly with matching steps.
After walking for a while, she warmed up and her mood also improved.
Walking further ahead and beyond the small grove, the scene suddenly cleared before her.
Baili Xia's heart quivered, not so much because of the abrupt change in scenery, but because of... that figure.
In the distance, dozens of people were scaling a cliff.
That tall, proud, and solitary figure on the cliff face stood out brilliantly among the crowd.
Even though the lighting wasn't very bright, in fact, it was dimmer here compared to the vegetable gardens, Baili Xia still spotted him immediately.
After dinner, he had taken something and left the house.
She had not expected that he was here training with his brothers.
It was already around eight or nine in the evening—were they still training?
Having trained so long during the day, and still continuing into the night, did he truly think he was made of iron, not needing any rest at all?
