After shouting loudly, Qing Shui madly chose a mountain path and began sprinting upstream. He wanted to vent all his negative emotions, such as feeling dissatisfied and angry due to physical exhaustion. He felt that if there was no outlet for release, he might explode.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. In reality, the short-distance sprint left him short of breath and started to feel tightness in his chest. Qing Shui gritted his teeth, ignored his body's reactions, and continued to sprint forward.
The soreness in his body, coupled with difficulty breathing, caused the flow of gas to stream down like a creek. This actually motivated him to persist.
"I won't admit defeat, I must become stronger, I must endure...." Qing Shui was already very arrogant during the indefinite time he ran around casually. He ran around until he was no longer fully conscious. In the end, darkness enveloped him.
