For three consecutive days, I traveled alongside Ling Xiang. Her steps were light, as if she were treading on a Breeze Sweeping Willow; I was panting like an old ox.
"Heroine Ling, can we take a rest?" I leaned against an old locust tree by the road, sweat soaking my back.
Ling Xiang turned her head, her ponytail carving a graceful arc in the air. "We've only walked twenty miles and already you're complaining?"
Chapter 173