"Mo Wuxian and Fu Chenxian are the ones I really didn't want to bring along for this mission, but… you insisted," Yan Ro let out his grievances to the beautiful woman of jade beside him. "And you always get what you want in the end…"
"Come on, dear, there's no need to be like that," the beautiful woman giggled. "I, Su Ming, never have you do anything for naught. The both of them are on the verge of reaching the Viscera Refinement Realm; they could prove useful if things wind up going south."
"Useful, huh…?" Yan Ro peeked back at Mo Wuxian and Fu Chenxian, watching the both of them play rock-paper-scissors to decide once and for all who had better hair.
"Those two are idiots…"
"Maybe," Su Ming said as she linked arms with the big armored man. "But that doesn't make them any less valuable."
Yan Ro sighed, unwilling to admit that his wife was right.
*Rustle, Rustle!*
A rustling suddenly came from a patch of nearby bushes, putting every Greenflame Sect Disciple on guard.
