(Last day of endurance training, the base of the mountain.)
"You, you, and you." Feng Xiaodong pointed at three people, with Xuan being one of them.
Then, he gestured at fifteen boulders. They were separated into three sets of five, and they all had a rope around them which made it easy for anyone to simply slip on and train with them.
But that was not all as he walked up to Xuan and the two disciples, putting ten armbands on each.
The moment those armbands were on Xuan's hands, he felt as if gravity had increased by several times, to the point where the ground below him cracked slightly.
Yet he remained unfazed as he walked toward the boulders and tied the rope around his waist tightly.
So now, with five boulders tied to him, he walked back to the other monks and nonchalantly glanced up at the mountain.
This makes it exactly six weeks since I got here, and four weeks since I began my endurance training, Xuan thought with a slight smile.
