The last ink-black shade before dawn enveloped Qingshui Bay.
A line of white appeared at the horizon, where the sky and sea met.
All around was a profound silence, broken only by the rhythmic and magnificent sounds of the rising tide, like the breath of a sleeping giant.
Plop!
A muffled sound shattered the tranquility.
Fang Cheng, stark naked, plunged boldly into the icy sea like a red-hot brand.
The extreme contrast in temperature made his pores instantly contract, the sizzling sound of scorching skin in the sea.
The chill seemed to penetrate the flesh, reaching the bones, giving Fang Cheng a sense of comfort that almost made him sigh.
The extreme run just now had nearly exhausted his body's potential, his body temperature alarmingly high.
If it weren't for the Qigong effect of "Flame Breath," greatly enhancing his endurance and breathing efficiency in high-temperature environments.
