"Daoist, follow this old pig, the immortal has commanded it, we must find you the most suitable seat."
The one who spoke, nearly nauseating Tao Qian with his breath, was a slightly cleaner pig demon, yet similarly unclothed, stark naked without a shred of shame.
A greasy fat face was turned towards Tao Qian, a flattering smile on display, ears like winnowing fans, flapping from time to time, shooing flies drawn to the sweat and dirt on its body, and a curled tail sweeping under its buttocks, faintly visible.
Tao Qian was somewhat curious whether this creature had been a demon that gained spiritual wisdom, or a human mutated into a pig demon.
If one wanted to know the answer, it was indeed just a matter of reaching out with Extraordinary Perception.
However, upon reflection, he decided to let it be. The least uncommon things in this place were such lower-ranking demons and alien creatures, not worth the bother to investigate.
