Haoming and Xinshan stood together, holding wooden swords and giggling together. Haoming puffed out his chest, raising his arms to show off his non-existent muscles. Xinshan was oddly impressed by them. But what eight year old wasn't? They loved to see what their friends had to offer.
"Look how strong I am!" little Haoming boasted. "Aren't I so cool?"
"I wish I was as strong as you," his friend said in awe, reaching out to feel his muscles. "You look so... so... what's that word adults use? Oh! Sexy! You look sexy!"
'"Of course I do," Haoming said with a soft giggle. He dropped his arms and gripped tightly onto his sword. "Let's train! Your mom said if we train hard enough, then we would get some yummy meat pie!"
"What about me?" a new voice cried as little Nie Niran came running towards them in an oversized cultivation robe.
