Can bear fifty pounds.
Naturally, that's fifty pounds per square foot.
As long as you take bigger steps and slow down, it shouldn't be much of a problem.
Things done slowly tend to work out, people who slow down tend to stay safe.
Jiang Chen followed his careful and meticulous approach; after cracking a tile, he still managed to sit next to the person.
Very close.
Clothes touching clothes kind of close.
Lan Peizhi's floating strands of hair could fall on his neck, like a naughty little girl tickling him.
"Teach me a few moves of your Daoist Sect's ultimate techniques, I don't ask for much, just enough to easily climb a two or three meter wall."
Those divine skills that can move mountains as seen on TV are certainly nonsense.
But achieving the agility and lightness of Yan's secret techniques, Jiang Chen began to think maybe they really exist.
Skilled martial artists, regardless of their physique, always move with an extraordinary sense of grace and lightness.
