The flesh had completely fallen away, leaving behind a skeleton reduced to powder.
Granny Yu was utterly subdued.
Years ago, it was the Dragon King who had initiated this, and now, Li Zhuiyuan had come to conclude it.
She must have died feeling quite aggrieved.
Before she truly revived, she had been mad throughout the process—like a crazy bull at first and later like a defeated dog.
Still, there was nothing to sympathize with.
Li Zhuiyuan didn’t feel any sense of victory in his actions.
After all, she was the one who had stood at the threshold with two cursed lanterns specially crafted for Ah Li.
What qualifications did she have to talk about being suitable or not? Did she really think she was something special?
Li Zhuiyuan picked up a tree branch nearby and began to stir through Granny Yu’s ashes, caring little for anything that might fall.
The act itself was a source of enjoyment for him.
“Bang!”
The White Crane Boy threw a punch, exploding the old woman’s head and finally ending her last breath.
It was intentional.
He controlled the pace, deliberately allowing her to depart later, letting her witness Granny Yu’s demise.
At this moment, the boy faced Li Zhuiyuan, watching him with disdain, seemingly taken aback that he would engage in such a crude act.