Mu Qiuniang was quite curious about this Immortal Black Market.
Although she had been cultivating for many years, everything she needed for cultivation was provided by her master, senior brothers, and sisters. Occasionally, she would go out to perform tasks for her sect, and the rewards were quite ample.
Therefore, the cultivation resources in her hands were more than abundant.
Once Mu Qiuniang felt she had asked all she needed, she simply waved her hand, letting the white rose thorns devour him.
The white rose thorns bloomed so beautifully, wrapping the Daoist-robed man in a cruelly beautiful embrace, tightening and tightening, draining blood, devouring flesh, even not sparing the bones, dragging them back into the thorns as fertilizer.
Large white petals turned crimson, dazzlingly bright and shocking.
Mu Qiuniang turned and left.
No one saw what happened within the barrier, the clean and tidy cobblestones seemingly telling everyone: nothing happened here.
