Orlama Knight's Holding.
Inside a small, two-story stone castle roughly five meters tall.
The walls, built from bluestone and cobbles, gleamed with a bluish light.
Several maids were busy scrubbing filthy clothes in equally filthy water with their powerful, burly arms!
They chatted as they worked.
One of the maids said:
"The lord of the castle brought back something new today!"
Another maid asked curiously:
"What was it? I was feeding the cows earlier, so I didn't see."
"Something covered in black cloth. It looked like a rather enormous stone statue!"
As the conversation deepened, even the black maids who had evolved into muscle-bound Barbies had not forgotten their instinct for gossip, and their chatter soon became nonstop.
But the stone statue they were talking about-
Sect Master Tongtian himself-was sitting on a damp wooden chair covered with sheepskin.
He looked at the mortal a few meters below him, whom he had immobilized with a casual flick of magic power.
Well.
Strictly speaking, the man did not quite count as a mortal.
Through Sect Master Tongtian's eyes, a tiny particle the size of a sesame seed could be seen inside the knight's body.
That particle constantly radiated an aura of greed.
It even carried a sea-blue, fishy smell.
"Do nobles in this century enjoy sitting on damp chairs like this? Or do they think it's good for their health?"
Sect Master Tongtian simply could not get used to this sodden sheepskin chair, so he raised his hand and struck with his palm.
A fist-sized ball of water appeared behind the chair.
Then it abruptly evaporated!
In an instant, the wooden chair became dry and sturdy.
Even the sheepskin became considerably softer.
Back to the matter at hand.
Inside this knight's body, as well as that of the other knight he