Wovi, looking utterly shocked, buzzed around him in a frantic dance of disbelief. "Wuxie, have you lost your immortal mind? Master Fu is waiting for us! And besides, do you really think you, the weakest mortal in the academy, can handle whatever horrors lie within those caverns?"
Wuxie's grin widened, his eyes twinkling with determination. "Oh, ye of little faith," he replied with mock offense, puffing out his chest dramatically. "Wovi, my dear friend, maybe you don't know this, but I am the protagonist here. I won't be meeting my end so easily!"
Wovi buzzed in exasperation, its tiny voice filled with dread. "But Wuxie, I have no wish to become an early departed spirit!"
Wuxie simply waved away Wovi's concerns with a dismissive flick of his hand. "Nonsense, Wovi. Think of the treasure we could find! Mountains of gold! Or perhaps... a legendary artifact that grants unimaginable power!"