"Since you're already here, why not stay?"
Yan Changqing flicked his finger, and the lamp trembled slightly as a small flame took form in mid-air. Abruptly sharp and elongated, the flame darted out in the blink of an eye.
The door was breached once more.
The thin, sharp flame struck the young Taoist's back with precision.
The Taoist fell flat on his back.
Without moving an inch.
The flame rapidly expanded like a wildfire, completely engulfing the Taoist's body. Instead of a skeleton, a pile of paper ash was left burning.
Jiang Shouzhong stared, dumbfounded.
"It's a paper effigy combined with the Shape-shifting Illusion Skill."
Yan Changqing unscrewed the bottle cap, took a whiff of the fragrant liquor, and said with a smile, "Logically speaking, this kid isn't so cautious. He probably ran into trouble on the way, which is why he dared not to show up in person."
A paper effigy?
The world's magical arts opened Jiang Shouzhong's eyes wide.
