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The next day.
Just at dawn.
Everyone was gathered by the steward, crossing the wooden huts and passing through a stone arch straight to the realm of cultivators.
Different from where ordinary laborers lived, the realm of cultivators was bustling and lively at first glance.
There were Sword Cultivators, practicing Sword Flight.
Free and carefree.
There were Beast Tamers, riding and guarding as they moved.
Mighty indeed.
But they, as servants, could only look from afar at the edge of the open ground with envy.
A stone gate.
Two worlds.
One of mortals.
One of immortals.
Truly a cause for reflection.
"Look if you must, but don't step forward," the steward warned, as if it was a matter of life and death.
Upon hearing this.
No one dared take a step forward.
Very soon.
Several cultivators strolled over leisurely.
Five men and one woman.
