Chiang Yi has been by Gu Yelin's side for so many years, how could he not know what he is thinking.
"Boss, why don't we let them rest for a while. The intensity of the training just starting out like this, even we couldn't bear it."
After Chiang Yi spoke, Ye Feng quickly nodded in agreement.
Gu Yelin was silent for a moment, his gaze landing on the distant silhouette.
"No need, the training continues."
Chiang Yi and Ye Feng exchanged glances, helplessly shrugging their shoulders.
At this moment, on the training field, everyone had already run six laps. An Zhifeng and the others were beginning to exhaust their physical strength, An Zhihang and An Zhiyan were encouraging each other while panting heavily, one ahead and one behind.
They no longer had the energy to speak; the fifty kilograms of equipment on their bodies and the soft fine sand beneath their feet left them no capacity to attend to anything else. Every step felt like walking through a sea of flames.
