On the shimmering surface of the lake, gentle waves rippled.
A small boat sped along.
A figure moved across the water like a galloping horse, spraying up waves and leaving a white trail in its wake.
*He never imagined a cameraman could be like this,* his mouth slightly open, eyes wide, heart drumming fast in his chest.
And yet his hands still held the camera steady, instinctively capturing it all on film.
A long, loud howl echoed as he dashed over the water.
*Was this real footage, not some stunt with wires?*
Jiang Shu, still out on the lake, had no idea how stunned the people on the shore felt inside.
His breathing was tense, legs moving at a speed that pushed the limit.
His blood and qi completed a full circulation, and his speed had already surpassed the limits of any modern-day sprinter—just a few steps put him alongside the small boat, which was already starting to slow down.
