"Ha… ha…" Yu Xuan panted, collapsing onto the ground. Beside him, Lingluo flopped down, drenched in sweat.
Both of them were breathing so heavily it sounded like they'd just run across half the realm. Their training had lasted the entire day without pause, the shorty hadn't given them a single break, not even to drink water.
"Not bad, not bad." The shorty floated a few meters above the ground, arms crossed, chin raised, deliberately striking a pose that screamed mysterious master. "Your stamina and endurance are commendable."
Her gaze slid toward Yu Xuan, her eyes narrowing. "Especially you. I didn't expect you to last this long. As expected of Lingluo's brother."
Yu Xuan twitched. 'You thought I'd collapse first, didn't you?'
The shorty tilted her head, pretending to stroke an imaginary beard she didn't have.
"Hmph. You even used your spirit sense actively in the background. Not just talent, but also grit… fine, I admit, you're decent."
