Morning.
Regular training.
The group of Yang Chen each sat doing their usual warm-up exercises.
At their level, any training could only be considered warm-up. There was no high-intensity training that could enhance their physical abilities; the rest depended on cultivation.
After warming up, the second thing they did was to train Zhang Yiran.
Imagine a group of top-notch special guard members training a young guy who wasn't very physically fit and only got better through fitness, what would it be like?
It could be said that after each training session, Zhang Yiran was as exhausted as a dog.
In the corner, Zhang Shaoting watched this scene with his arms crossed, a trace of envy in his eyes.
Back in Ningchuan, he had trained with Zhao Shisan in the same way.
However, with the passage of time, in a blink, his fate changed like this.
Seeing Zhang Yiran lying on the ground exhausted like a dead dog, needing someone to feed him water, Zhang Shaoting got up and went back indoors.
