"What... what do you mean?" General Ling Tian was stunned by Wu Tian's words.
"Heh." Wu Tian blew gently on his hot tea. "Ordinary fat is a burden, but the fat on your body is different. Within this fat lies an immortal power. If you can make good use of it, your combat strength will be at least double what it was before."
"Of course, if you wish to fully seize this opportunity, you must become my disciple."
After speaking, Wu Tian set down his teacup. He rose leisurely to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked toward the exit of the grand hall, his grandmasterly air undeniable.
"Wait." General Ling Tian sensed there was truth to Wu Tian's words. Although the fat slowed his speed, he had noticed that whenever he was exhausted, a refreshing current would emanate from it, considerably easing his fatigue. At that moment, he felt Wu Tian might be right.
