The Chosen Trio

With a nod, Wuxie bid farewell to Master Fu, a sense of unease settling over him, though he couldn't quite place the source of his apprehension.

He and Wovi made their way back to the academy, the path feeling heavier than before.

Meanwhile, inside the hidden chamber, Master Fu and Faovi stood in silence, their expressions grave. Faovi, with her ethereal presence, spoke first, her voice tinged with concern.

"Master, I already told you, he is not a normal mortal," she said, her eyes fixed on the door through which Wuxie had just left.

Master Fu nodded solemnly, his gaze distant. "I know, Faovi. There is something... off about him," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "A person cannot change so drastically in such a short time."

Faovi stepped closer, her eyes searching Master Fu's face. "Do you think he has some kind of connection with the DreadBlade?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.