This is considered an average standard.
Those with slightly better endurance can run up to eight hundred miles, which is quite impressive.
People like Zhao Ya and Jing Rou, who can run thirteen to fourteen hundred miles in a day, are extremely rare.
But even so, Zhao Ya still feels it's not enough.
So he said to Jing Rou, "Can you run some more?"
Jing Rou, who was eating dry rations by the campfire, was taken aback when he heard this, then looked up at Zhao Ya.
"You plan to..."
"That's right, how about a night run?"
"Uh... actually, there's no need to hurry like this. It's only late June now, and Wuyang Sea will be busy until early August..."
Jing Rou couldn't continue.
Because Zhao Ya's gaze made him a bit uncomfortable.
"Alright, then I'll accompany you for another run!" Jing Rou said, gritting his teeth.
However, once they were back on the road, Jing Rou started to regret it.
The whole day's long-distance sprint had already exhausted him.
