Ruo Jinghong and the other cultivators, along with the Commandant, the chef, and the other beings, all pricked up their ears.
The cannons even fused their barrels into one extra-long barrel, turning it into an ear and poking it right up to the female cultivator's mouth.
The female cultivator glanced at the barrel, and it instantly went limp.
Then she looked at Ruo Jinghong, the Commandant, the chef, and the other evil beings.
Then, whether human cultivators or evil beings, they all felt their hair stand on end.
At that moment, every being's mind went blank.
When they came to their senses, they discovered Wang Quan and the female cultivator chatting merrily.
Meanwhile, the female cultivator formed seals with both hands, specks of golden light emerging from her body as she crumbled and dissipated bit by bit.
Whoosh!
The female cultivator's head finally turned into a skyful of light specks and dissipated.
Everyone stared fixedly at the ground. "A being that powerful didn't drop anything strange?"
"Looks like drops have nothing to do with how strong you were in life. It really comes down to luck."
Everyone sighed.
Beside them, the Commandant and the other evil beings asked curiously, "If we ended up like that, would we drop things too?"
"What kinds of things drop?"
A cultivator casually muttered, "Things you were proudest of or cared about most while you were alive."
The Commandant and the other evil beings suddenly understood. "So, lingering obsessions!"
"Too bad I don't even know what my obsession is."
"I have an obsession. I want to know whether I really loved those men when I was alive."
"If I died, would my obsession turn into a man's lingering attachment?"
Everyone, the evil beings...
Scrape! Scrape!
The rasp of metal against metal rang out. Everyone looked