Zhou Xuan gave the order to restrain the breakfast shop's owner.
He could have directly used Dream Generation, but his recent encounters with the spatial rift at Ming's Silver Shop had left him mentally drained. He still hadn't recovered and lacked the energy to act.
Fortunately, among those accompanying him—the night watchman, Qing Feng, and Li Chengfeng—each was a master of spirit manipulation.
Upon receiving the order, Qing Feng threw out the City God Ink Line. The breakfast shop's owner instinctively grabbed the kitchen knife on the table.
Just this one move reassured Zhou Xuan that the man was a "civilian."
Skilled manipulators of spirit fire had their own methods; none of them reached for kitchen knives.
"Fall!"
The Ink Line extended several meters, slithering like a thin worm, piercing in and out of the owner's body dozens of times.
The Ink Line had preliminarily bound the owner's body, weaving through his inner frame and wrapping around his entire skeletal structure.
