The sect was filled with an air of peace and harmony.
Li Xiaobai stayed at the Immortal Feather Sect for a few more days. During this time, the disciples gradually got used to the presence of the hard laborers.
Seeing the once high and mighty evil cultivators now relegated to cleaning the toilets, all the disciples felt a great sense of schadenfreude.
The evil cultivators, too, were getting used to their new jobs.
Inside the latrine.
One disciple, who wished to remain anonymous, had just finished his business and suddenly discovered he was out of paper, his face turned pale – which was really embarrassing, given he still needed to rush to take a bath.
It was at this moment that a hoarse but powerful voice said,
"Ahem, young master, seems like you've run out of paper. I have a roll here, take it and use it."
A roll of paper was pushed through the gap under the door, and the male disciple was overjoyed, "Thank you so much!"