The fat man was a Xieling Strongman. The skinny one, a Mount Mover Taoist. And the woman with the triangular eyes was a Faqiu General.
The Mount Mover Taoist had said that people like Wu Tian were born to be useful.
The Xieling Strongman and Faqiu General seemed to have the same thought, both chiming in, "That's right, useful."
"For moving things, for example."
But why would the successor of the Mount Mover Taoists—that skinny man—speak up for Wu Tian and the others?
It was because this particular Mount Mover Taoist had taken a fancy to Wu Tian. He stepped forward and looked Wu Tian over carefully several times before asking, "You want to go tomb raiding, don't you? I can see you have great potential. With guidance from a master, you could certainly make a name for yourself."
