A Taste of One's Own Medicine (2)

"Really? A woman? A woman would dare to come to the Forsaken Land to be a city master? She must be sick of living."

The group of men, who were stationed in and outside of the city, continued to gossip to the extent they did not a team was approaching from afar.

The other men looked common enough; fifty of them carried some tools on their shoulders as they walked. A high-level demon and five intermediate ones led the way while more than a hundred low-level demons trailed behind them.

If the gossiping group of men paid any attention to the new arrivals, they would notice a black-cloaked petite silhouette hidden amongst them.

The figure was wrapped in a black cloak, so she did not look too different from the demons around her.