The memory flooded into Theron's mind as he clutched at his chest, sinking into the slab once again.
He had always gone running with his father not because it was something he enjoyed, but because it was something his father did. He had also only pushed himself because his father had asked it of him.
Thinking back now, it was thanks to those sessions that even without cultivation, he had managed to survive in the guild's trials. Though his intelligence and decisiveness had played a huge role, if he hadn't had the physical fitness, it wouldn't have meant a single thing.
Part of him felt that maybe his father knew it would come in handy one day. Maybe it was a man's role to prepare for the worst and be able to take on whatever challenges came with that.
Without him knowing, his father had always been preparing him even when Theron treated him like someone to appease.
