"I really am...."
Celestial Venerable Wen Ce was sprinting wildly along the path, as the surrounding Celestial Venerables lined up on their own, feeling more and more like the threat of death was looming.
He felt so tormented inside, it was like he got screwed by a dog!
How am I supposed to run like this???
It's almost a certain death!
Fu Qingjun, hiding in the shadows, also saw this scene and burst into laughter, "Goodness, isn't this the upgraded version of closing the door to beat the dog? No wonder it's my disciple, this has my style all over it—leaving no chance for anyone! But is this a school sports event or a 3000-meter race now?"
After all, this setup really is like that,
Outside is a circle filled with spectators munching on snacks, while two people are madly running laps in the middle.
Isn't this basically a sports meet?
Two people running 3000 meters, with a bunch of classmates sitting on the circular track, munching on snacks and watching the race!
