On the training grounds.
The crowd of old men and women were frozen, as if someone had hit a pause button. The moment they witnessed Lin Hui cross more than ten meters in a single instant, they fell completely silent.
His speed was unbelievable. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed a great distance and appeared out of nowhere behind Mu Qiaozhi.
It was as if everyone's eyes were playing tricks on them.
Only Xiaohu and Xiaopang, who had truly undergone Body Tempering, and Xie Li, could barely make out Lin Hui's movements in that instant.
It was too fast, simply inhuman.
The three of them suspected that even the Ming Generation back in the day weren't as fast as Lin Hui was now.
But with no direct comparison, it was only a vague feeling, a flicker of doubt in their minds.
A light breeze blew.
