After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the group of demonized cultivators dispersed and went to their respective assigned areas.
The pale-faced, demonized cultivator hummed a tune, glanced at the battered and bruised Juro, and let out a disdainful snort.
He opened the storage compartment and placed his belongings on the table, clearly preparing to take inventory.
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