"Just giving you a lesson, and incidentally, dispelling some of those strange ideas you might have."
"Now, put on the robe and come with me."
The middle-aged man casually played with the short blade in his hand as he spoke calmly to Mara. His tone bore no hint of threat, as if he were simply stating a fact, a testament to his confidence in his own strength.
Looking at the five corpses on the ground and his own severed finger, Mara disregarded the pain in his fingertips. After a brief silence, he very shrewdly picked up the robe from the ground and put it on. The robe was large, but given that the average height of the Ancient Demon Tribe exceeded two meters, it fit quite well. The black robe came with a hood. When Mara pulled it up, his four scaly arms were completely concealed within, making him appear like a two-meter-tall Human trying to conceal his identity.
