A stout man spoke up first, a large cigar dangling from his mouth. Clearly, it wasn't the kind of cigarette found in the Martial Arts World, but one born along the Immortal Road.
"Indeed, you must make this matter clear to us, otherwise how are we to account for this wasted trip?" The man beside the stout one chimed in repeatedly.
This man's entire body was packed with explosive muscles. He was tall and heavily built, towering a good head above everyone else even while seated. His features were rugged, and he sported a thick, bushy beard, giving him a rather peculiar presence.
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