"Sis, I don't drink when I'm practicing; it would waste your good intentions." Qingyang politely declined.
Qing Li didn't insist, "The reason is simple. That couple's power is too strong; the only thing I could do was dig out their internal organs and store them separately from their bodies."
"Why didn't you think about cremating their bodies?" Qingyang asked in a deep voice.
Qing Li smiled softly, "I did think about cremation, but the spider silk I implanted in their bodies is afraid of fire. I'd end up burning the silk instead of their bodies."
"That's true; their cultivation is high. As long as their souls aren't dispersed, they can still cause trouble." Qingyang spoke thoughtfully.
Qing Li seemed indifferent, "I've tethered their souls to the organs I've dug out, stored inside urns on a golden altar. They'll never reincarnate."
"This makes it even more dangerous; take me to see the golden altar." Qingyang's attention was quickly drawn, and he demanded sternly.
