"You're my teacher, and I'm your disciple. If you're fleeing, how could I just stand by and watch? I'm fleeing too."
He had seen quite a few good things in his life, but armor like the Battle Armor Wu Changkong wore was something he had only seen once in his sixty or seventy years.
Forget fleeing—he would follow even into a mountain of blades or a sea of fire.
Wu Changkong looked at him. After a long while, he finally gave in.
"Fine. If you want to come, then come. If there's anything you need to settle, do it now."
"There's nothing to settle."
Lou Gao waved a hand, then looked at Si Long and the other two. "Oh, right. The Eight-Treasure Wishful Soft Armor in my room is still missing its final few steps. Si Long, I'll leave it to you three."
"Teacher, can we... really do it?" Si Di was not entirely confident.
"If I say you can, then you can. You three may not amount to much, but I taught you your craft. This little thing shouldn't stump you."
"Yes, Teacher. Take care of yourself. If you want to come back, come back anytime."
"Bullshit. It's not like I'm going off to die." Lou Gao laughed and cursed.
Seeing that everything that needed to be said had been said, Wu Changkong said, "Since there's nothing else, we'll be leaving first."
He turned to Xue Wu and the others. "Xue Wu, Qingbo, Liu Yu, our previous agreement still stands. Gather at the academy before school starts. If anything changes, have Bing'er notify you."
"Don't worry, Class Monitor." Xue Wu nodded.
She stepped forward, removed a storage device, and handed it to him. "Class Monitor, these are the Battle Armor materials I bought. Yours is finished, so ours will