"Little Gui,"
"Ah?" Gui He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up at Lu Hong, asking, "Master, was there something wrong with my movement just now?"
"There wasn't," Lu Hong shook his head: "You did very well, but I have something else to discuss with you."
Speaking, Lu Hong leapt down from the tree trunk and landed beside Gui He. He pulled Gui He to sit on a rock.
"What is it, all secretive?" Gui He's expression was puzzled, but he sat up straight. Apart from not displaying any killing intent, Lu Hong's expression was just like the time when Gui He had first become his apprentice; the words to follow must be extremely important!
"Little Gui, if I were to fight with your Beast Race, whom would you help?"
"Of course, I would help you, Master!"
"What if it were a fight to the death?"
"It would still be you, Master!"
"And what about a massacre?"
"..." Gui He couldn't speak. Indeed, he couldn't just watch his own kind being slaughtered.
