The flesh had completely fallen off, reducing the skeleton to dust.
Granny Yu was thoroughly obliterated.
It started with the Dragon King all those years ago; now Li Zhiyuan has brought it to an end.
Her death must have been so suffocating.
Before she could fully revive, and with total madness throughout, she hardly had any chance to exert her power—in the early stages like a mad bull, in the late stages like a defeated dog.
But honestly, she doesn't deserve any sympathy.
Li Zhiyuan didn't feel in the least like his victory was undeserved.
Back then, it was her who stood outside his door with two lanterns cursing Alii.
What right does something that only bullies children have to talk about what's fitting or not, acting as if it's something important?
Li Zhiyuan picked up a tree branch next to him and began sifting through Granny Yu's ashes.
Unconcerned about dropping anything, the very act of sifting itself was a rewarding pleasure.
"Bang!"
