After the last mountain gliding test, two peaceful weeks passed by.
In the dim light of early morning, Wei Tianyang got out of bed, ran six laps around the courtyard, and by the time the sun had fully risen, he was already drenched in sweat, tilting his head back to drink from a large bottle of mineral water before heading inside to take a shower.
Baphomet would also take this opportunity to hop onto Wei Tianyang's bed for a nap, preferring the soft mattress to the hard floor mat.
When Wei Tianyang finished his shower, the sky had already brightened completely, and it was only 6:30 am.
He wiped his hair, poured some coffee beans into the grinder, started turning the handle, and then, poured the ground coffee into the Moka pot to brew.
Baphomet was lying on its side on the bed at that moment, legs stretched out in all directions, its sheep mouth twitching occasionally, not sleeping soundly, looking almost as if it were about to die.
