"I want to tell you something," William looked at the old man for a long minute, while the latter misunderstood what he wanted to say, "in that little trip, we are going to have a great opportunity. The ones who are coming with us will have a great shot to shoot to the pinnacle stage in the world, or even go beyond it!"
"This…" Sloth got what William wanted to say, and was surprised by what he said, "do you want to limit the number of masters going there? Didn't you say it was dangerous?"
"It is," William nodded, "but it's dangerous for you, not to me. As long as I'm with you, nothing will happen."
"Arrogant youngster," Sloth scoffed, and yet he knew William wasn't the type to brag about something he couldn't do, "then… How many can we have with us?" William was lost in thoughts when he heard what Sloth said.
"Anyone coming has to be either below twenty-five years old or learnt the techniques I taught you."
"This…" Sloth paused, "how long do we have then?"
