After Song Jia finished with her preparations, she joined in with the rest of the devilry cultivators. She took a cup of wine from the table and pretended to be one of them.
"Brother, I saw you enter the cave earlier.. How was it?"
She turned to the one speaking to her.
"Good." She pretended to sip.
Even as she said it, she felt disgust from the depths of her soul.
She couldn't continue to speak words to make it seem like she indeed enjoyed the captives earlier.
The man laughed. "I went there earlier too. Haha.. too bad that their ranks weren't that much. At least, most of them were quite pretty. Given that they must have belonged to big families or sects hehehe.."
Song Jia didn't respond but it seems that the man didn't mind this. He wanted to continue talking anyway. His cheeks were reddened, a sign of his drunken state.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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