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Crackle, crackle.

The firewood in the campfire split with sharp pops. The roasted beast meat above it was still streaked with blood when someone took it down and tore into it in huge bites.

Looking closer, the back of the meat-eater's hand was also covered in bristles, clearly not something human.

Huyan Dong and his son Huyan Bin both had long bronze nails driven into their bodies, covered in talismanic inscriptions that completely suppressed their cultivation. They sat obediently to one side.

Four or five burly half-demons stood nearby, holding divine weapons and sharp blades as they watched their every move.

With a sound of footsteps, Lu Jiangtong's sinister figure approached again, carrying a huge beast haunch in one hand.

"City Lord, Young City Lord." He wore that signature, mocking smile. "Won't you eat a little? No matter how high one's cultivation is, injuries still need spiritual nourishment."

"No need." Huyan Dong shook his head.

"Worried we poisoned it?" As Lu Jiangtong spoke, he tore off a mouthful of haunch meat and swallowed it in a few bites before saying, "Don't worry. We Mangshan people would never tamper with food. Too wasteful."

After a pause, Huyan Dong looked up at him. "I'm curious. Since you've already fallen so low, where did all these resources and Dharma artifacts come from?"

A band of rebels chased all over by the imperial court—Huyan Dong had never dreamed that Taotie City would be breached by such people. Even when he had sent them to attack Red Cotton Peak, he had only intended for them to risk their lives causing a little chaos.

Yet these Mangshan rebels who had attacked Taotie City were brightly armored, their weapons sharp, and every one of them possessed one or two Dharma artifacts. Lu Jiangtong in particular even had