Ying Wenjie and the other three stood on the sofa, waiting for Chen Hao to approach before greeting him in unison. "Master."
"You have good potential. Sit down," Chen Hao said calmly.
Chen Hao sat down and continued, "You can't train your body in isolation. What matters most is actual combat."
They all listened attentively as Chen Hao went on, "I called you here because I'm taking you on a real combat trial."
Wu Tian's eyes lit up. Nothing got him more excited than the words "actual combat." Growing up in the Wu Family, he had spent every day practicing punches, hitting sandbags, and sparring with his fellow clansmen. He had long since grown tired of it.
He stepped forward, his burly frame shooting upright, every muscle brimming with excitement. His booming voice was full of eagerness. "Master! Where are we going for the trial?"
Chen Hao raised his eyes and casually uttered one word. "Australia."
Ying Wenjie pushed his glasses up his nose and immediately asked, "Master? Should we buy tickets now? Is there still time to get visas? Should I book the flights right away?"
"No need," Chen Hao said simply.
He turned toward the balcony and called, "Xiao Qing." A small blue-green bird flew down from the living room chandelier and landed on his shoulder.
Xiao Qing tilted its head to look at the people on the sofa, then flew out through the balcony.
As everyone cried out in amazement, its body expanded wildly before their eyes—its wingspan grew from half a meter to five meters, ten meters, twenty meters!
It finally became an ancient divine bird with a wingspan of over thirty meters. Its outstretched wings resembled blue-green clouds blotting out the sky, and its broad, thick back was flat and spacious.
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