I was expecting people that looked like... well, people.
But the demon cultivators looked more like Dobby from Harry Potter than actual humans.
They surrounded a bonfire in the middle of the forest, barely a shred of cloth covering their privates.
Junior brother stopped and hovered above them. He gestured for me to do so as well.
I stood still on my stick, poised to do whatever the heck it was the junior brother wanted to do.
Even if I didn't know how to fight, I could still use this d*mn stick to beat their heads in.