Fatty Kui's eyes widened hearing Han Yu's words, and he gave a low whistle. "So it's like that, huh? First Wu Shuan, now you. Both of you planning to break through right here and now. I guess I'll just sit back and watch while my friends turn into monsters."
Wu Shuan actually gave a rare smile at that, though it was fleeting. "If we succeed, we will need you too, Kui. A body cultivator's strength is something neither pills nor techniques can replace. You will still be the wall we rely on."
The round-faced disciple puffed out his chest, his pride momentarily restored. "Of course. Just remember that when you two are off meditating, I'll be the one standing guard and keeping you safe. Don't come crying if something sneaks up on you."
Han Yu could not help but laugh at the image, his earlier gloom dissolving.
