Pei Mianman quickly ran over to him, and was shocked by the scene that greeted her eyes. “So this is the power of the Heaven-Devouring Sutra?”

She knew that Zu An had obtained a secret manual from the dungeon, but she had not seen him use it yet. As expected, it was ridiculously powerful.

“Yup.” Zu An nodded. A ball of fire appeared within his palm. He was going to burn Mosquito Daoist’s corpse. The thing really seemed disgusting.

Pei Mianman guessed what he was thinking, and said, “I think her corpse still has some uses. She sucked away all of Sang Qian’s blood essence, drawing the great ire of the Sang Clan. If you hand her corpse over to the Sang Clan, you can forge a friendly relationship with them. Perhaps they might even turn a blind eye to you stealing their daughter-in-law.”

She had already deduced his relationship with Zheng Dan after fighting alongside them.

Zu An eyed her sideways.

“What do you mean, ‘stealing’? We just get along well, okay?”

“Of course, of course,” Pei Mianman said with a smile. “You get along really, really well with someone else’s widow.”

Zu An decided that it would be pointless...