Demon Cultivators

I was expecting people that looked like... well, people.

But the demon cultivators looked more like Dobby from Harry Potter than actual humans.

They surrounded a bonfire in the middle of the forest, barely a shred of cloth covering their privates.

Junior brother stopped and hovered above them. He gestured for me to do so as well.

I stood still on my stick, poised to do whatever the heck it was the junior brother wanted to do.

Even if I didn't know how to fight, I could still use this d*mn stick to beat their heads in.