Bab 885: Importance of History

The sun began its ascent, casting a golden hue across the snowy peak. As Fein rubbed his eyes and yawned, he couldn't believe what he saw before him. Imeng, shirtless and bathed in the morning light, stood in a powerful stance, effortlessly balancing a massive boulder on his outstretched foot.

Fein's jaw dropped, his mind struggling to comprehend the sight before him. He blinked several times, half-expecting the surreal image to disappear like a mirage. But Imeng remained there, his muscles taut and glistening with sweat, his face serene and focused.

Fein couldn't help but blurt out his disbelief. "What the... Old man, what on earth are you doing? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Imeng's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he carefully lowered the boulder to the ground. His voice carried a hint of amusement. "Ah, Fein, I see you've finally witnessed my morning exercise routine. A bit of strength training to start the day, you know."