Chapitre 826: Chapter 827: Treat Them Well, Wait for My Return

In the latrine, Wu Mengyao, leading a group of people, pinched their noses as they stepped inside, following the example of other cultivators and picked up shovels to start scooping the filth onto the Formation, but just couldn't bring themselves to actually use the shovels.

The heaps of excrement made them furrow their brows in disgust; they had never encountered such revolting items in their lives, and even with shovels, they were reluctant to touch it.

It was hard to imagine why the surrounding disciples were so enthusiastic about this task.

The sight of disciples facing the waste and drenched in sweat sent chills down their spines; these sect disciples were all handsome and delicate, so why didn't they act with the self-awareness befitting immortals?

What was the point in scooping this waste? It should have been left to the mortals to clean. Why were the sect disciples doing it themselves?

"Mengyao, why do I feel that the cultivators here are not quite normal?"