Past five in the morning, by the side of Yulong Lake.
The sky was still a deep indigo blue.
The lake surface was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, gently stirred by the breeze, like a sheer veil.
The dim streetlights stretched along the ring road around the lake, casting long, slanted shadows of the trees on either side.
Everything was extremely quiet, with only the occasional rumble of trucks passing on the distant national highway breaking the silence.
At this time, a figure was steadily running along the edge of the lake's shore.
The person's pace didn't seem fast, imbued with a carefree lightness.
However, a closer look would reveal that each step brought a distance far exceeding that of a normal person.
The night breeze blowing against him was sliced through by his bare torso, sliding smoothly off the strong shoulder muscles.
From afar, the figure running close to the ground looked like a night owl gliding at low altitude.
