Shun Long's eyes widened at Fu Li's words, and a moment later, he disappeared from his private room, appearing on the first floor of the shop.
The moment he did, he was just in time to witness Lan Jinjing, Fu Li's wife, apologizing to the last few customers she was turning away due to 'unforeseen circumstances'. A couple of cultivators muttered some things under their breath, clearly irritated about being forced to leave, but aside from a few disgruntled voices here and there, there were no further complaints as everyone made their way out of the shop, and Lan Jinjing closed the doors.
But Shun Long didn't care for any of that.
Right now, his eyes were fully focused on the snow-white skeletons that had already collapsed on the wooden floorboards, their bony arms and legs already turning into motes of qi that dispersed into the air. Thin wisps of white qi drifted up from their lifeless corpses, vanishing into the air before they even reached the ceiling.
