On the road, two individuals led a fully armed troop forward, their heads covered in fine iron helmets.
"Big brother, are you tired? Is the armor heavy? If you want, I can carry it for you."
One of them, dressed simply and with an honest appearance, asked earnestly.
The armored person he spoke to bowed with his hands clasped and said, "Immortal Xu, I am not tired."
"Is that so, what about you? Are you tired? It's okay if you are; I'm at the Fourth Stage, I have plenty of strength." He turned to look at another person.
"Xu Chengzhu, will you ever stop?"
Next to him, a burly man with a face full of flesh scolded, "They're members of the Forbidden Army! Do you know what the Forbidden Army is? If their armor were so heavy they got tired, then the Superior Grade Pills would have been eaten in vain!"
Xu Chengzhu scratched his head, "Junior Brother Xiahou, I was just worried they might be tired. I've got the extra strength to share their load."
