"We should go now" , Zhao Ling said.
Yan Xing and Jun Yuan nodded in agreement. The unexpected encounter with the bandits in this remote location had proven to be a serendipitous stroke of fortune. Without this fortuitous event, they would have remained ignorant of the puppet sect's insidious operations within the heart of Lu City and their clandestine involvement in the thriving black market.
Zhao Ling carefully scattered the fine particles of corrosion powder onto the lifeless bodies. The once formidable bandits, their forms now reduced to mere remnants of flesh and bone, underwent a remarkable transformation. Like ethereal wisps, the bodies dissolved into viscous pools of liquid, gradually seeping into the very earth that had birthed them. In a matter of moments, all traces of their existence vanished, leaving behind naught but an indelible memory of their ill-fated encounter.
