"Wu Jie are you sure you will just-"
"Wu Jie…"
I sighed, I knew this voice. It was another bane and, truthfully, I could not for the life of me wait to run away. But, just for today, I decided to hold my ground.
"Greetings, student Wong."
"Greetings, student Wu Jie and student Asientes," he greeted, arriving at my side. I groaned inwardly. Like Wincu, Wong aged extremely well.
Unlike most fourteen-year-old children, Wong grew tall, looking around the age of sixty instead of fifty (16) with a triangular shaped upper body; broad shoulders, chest and narrow waist with long lean but powerful legs.
Simply put, there was nothing delicate about Wong's body. Like the majority of the males here, he trained more than twice daily.
