While Jiangli was engrossed in the game's combat, Fu Shiyan was also busy.
He had just finished a morning meeting when he got a call from Fu Lang, summoning him to the shooting range.
Accompanying him were Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu.
Fu Lang acted as if he were still in the military, training the three of them in marksmanship and leading them through military drills.
Both Fu Shiyan and Duan Jianchuan could keep up, but Wen Zishu really wasn't cut out for it; he collapsed on the ground and refused to move, crying and begging for mercy.
"Uncle, my dear uncle, please spare me, I really... really can't go on anymore, I'm about to give up my little life to you... Uncle, please have a heart, let me go..."
Fu Lang stood beside him, significantly older than Wen Zishu but after completing a series of exercises, he was neither red-faced nor out of breath.
His physical fitness was entirely beyond what Wen Zishu could hope to match.