Phew!
Phew!
As Jiang Ziya formed a hand seal, the thoroughly dry wood was instantly ignited, and the scarlet flames surged up like a column of jade.
Witnessing the flames billowing towards the sky, Bi Gan and the others were involuntarily taken aback. They subconsciously took a half-step back and looked at Jiang Ziya with shock on their faces.
Unperturbed by everyone's bewilderment, Jiang Ziya appeared indifferent and merely observed calmly.
Seeing that Jiang Ziya had no intention of explaining, the others didn't presume to inquire further. They just quietly watched on. Fortunately, their silence did not last long. Just as the flames were about to reach the female corpse, a sharp female voice suddenly erupted from the pile of firewood: "Jiang Ziya!"
"Your servant has not wronged you in recent or distant times; why do you deal such a ruthless hand to me?"
