Chapter 693: Myriad Paths Diagram

Everyone here had undergone some kind of bodily refinement. Their appetites were terrifying. Salvatore Casson had no choice but to keep pace and eat just as much. They finished almost at the same time, wiped their mouths, and filed out into the courtyard. A middle-aged man already waited there, a switch as thick as a pinky in his hand. He tapped it lightly against his palm, unhurried. The group lined up in two rows, spaced more than five feet apart. The middle-aged man spoke flatly. "We'll continue...