The hall spanned a hundred zhang in all directions, its walls embedded with Sunlight Stones, shining as bright as daytime.
At a glance,
to the left and right stood forty to fifty monster soldiers, each donning armor and wielding sharp weapons, their postures tall and straight.
With the heads of tigers and the bodies of humans, some half-human, half-wolf, one with an extra hand, another lacking a leg - they barely resembled humanoid figures. These Qi Refinement little monsters had limited intelligence; grasping the Art of Transformation was already an achievement, there was no insistence on perfectly resembling humans.
Directly ahead, a stone chair was placed.
Moo!
The yellow ox mooed, inviting Zhou Yi to take a seat.
"Good ox, quite imposing,"
Zhou Yi didn't refuse, and sat down grandly, with the yellow ox on his right and the Golden Eagle on his left.
