Hearing the disciple's words, Han Yu merely took them as air.
"Bone age?" Han Yu narrowed his eyes. "Did you test his real bones or the bones of the other five grown men he ate for breakfast?"
Laughter erupted from the onlookers, some disciples barely containing their snickers. Even the elder's lips twitched before he composed himself.
"You sure you're fifteen?" Han Yu asked again, arms crossed. "Like, actually sure? You didn't just wake up one day looking like you lost a fight with a vat of muscle-enhancing elixirs?"
"I'm just naturally strong," Gao Ren grinned, flexing again.
In fact, it had been Gao Ren's appearance that had caught the disciple's eye. He had seen the boy carrying a cartload of goods and had thought that he was some laborer. Only when he saw the same 'man' come to him for recruitment did he learn that he was just a fifteen-year-old boy.
