"Of course," Nie Jing nodded respectfully.
"Good." The man turned to Gao Ren, his gaze like a furnace set to "incinerate unworthy souls."
"Good physique. Good talent. You'll do well," he declared, placing a massive hand on Gao Ren's shoulder like he was checking the ripeness of a watermelon.
"What do—" Gao Ren began to ask.
But he never got the chance to finish.
The Forge Grandmaster scooped him up like a sack of spiritual potatoes and took off into the sky.
WHOOSH
The hulking "boy" flailed like a toddler being carried out of a candy store by his disappointed parent, legs dangling and eyes bulging with disbelief.
And just like that, the hero of the hour was gone—spirited away by greatness, while everyone else stood around slack-jawed like they'd just witnessed a divine drive-thru abduction.
