"Dead? They're all dead?!"
Staring at the ruins of the Fortune Comes Restaurant before him, Old Daoist Huang froze, his face full of disbelief.
Ping'an also spoke in horror:
"We watched the fight in the Black Prison for barely two hours, and the Fulai Inn was actually razed to the ground just like that?"
After releasing his Divine Sense to probe the area, Xu Taiping suddenly frowned.
"The Fulai Inn looks as though some force similar to Star Soul Power crushed the entire building from top to bottom in an instant."
A cultivator watching nearby nodded.
"You're right, young man. I was in the teahouse across the street at the time, and I watched this whole restaurant get flattened. It happened in the blink of an eye."
Because Xu Taiping had changed his appearance, none of the surrounding cultivators had recognized him yet.
Xu Taiping drew a deep breath.
"This was no ordinary cultivator's doing."
Old Daoist Huang frowned deeply.
"Unless something unexpected happened, there shouldn't be a single survivor beneath these ruins."
The cultivator watching beside them sighed.
"That strike came without warning. Even if a cultivator could withstand it, they couldn't possibly have acted in time."
Old Daoist Huang immediately turned to Xu Taiping with a frown.
"Taiping, if that's really the case, I'm afraid there's no way to find that key the proprietress held, either."
After sweeping his gaze around, Xu Taiping tightly gripped the hilt of the saber at his waist, his expression grave.
"Could that key have been the source of this disaster?"
Then he turned his gaze to Ping'an.
"Ping'an, can your Mind-Heart Communication sense any signs of the living?"
Ping'an had already been silently using Mind-Heart Communication to probe for a while, but in the end, he found nothing.
He shook his head.