Xiao Cheng looked completely bewildered but thoroughly enjoying the show; he was practically ready to grab a handful of sunflower seeds.

"So this is the Little Fairy's full transformation?" She subtly nudged Fang He's arm.

"It could also simply be a family drama."

Fang He had a different opinion.

The two continued to wait with great interest for what would happen next, when suddenly they heard another powerful roar coming from outside the gate.

Immediately afterwards, the two gilded door panels shattered with a bang, and from the dissipating smoke and dust, a spinning bowl flew out.

Fahai, carrying a string of seven dwarfs and with a glossy white snake coiled around his neck, made a grand entrance with an air of authority, and slowly pointed at the princess and her three companions.

"Hey, I've finally caught you, you monster!"

Xiao Cheng: "..." So this was originally supposed to be a fantasy/xianxia (fantasy/martial arts) story?!

The bowl, suspended in the air, spun faster and faster until it was just a blur. Scorching golden light shone down from the bowl's mouth, enveloping the princess and the other three.

Their bodies began to melt rapidly from the skin. The male owner and the apple-headed boy only lasted for a few seconds before they completely turned into a pool of blood.

The woman went mad, letting out horrific screams as she scratched her face with her sharp nails, leaving sticky, bloody marks.

Compared to her, the princess appeared much calmer. But this calmness was more like a deathly stillness; the phantom of the white bird behind her gradually dissipated, its wings bursting into flames that completely engulfed her.

Fahai smiled contentedly, turned to the side, and waved goodbye to Xiao Cheng and Fang He.

Like the curtain falling on a stage play, darkness gradually engulfed the place, and the surroundings instantly became completely silent, with everything completely dissipating into smoke.

Xiao Cheng bent down and picked up the crystal ball that had fallen at her feet.

The novelist's human-shaped plastic doll was fixed at the bottom, surrounded by densely packed torn manuscripts.

"Ah, is it over now?" Xiao Cheng shook the crystal ball, watching the scraps of paper inside flutter up and instantly engulf the novelist.

Her response was a sudden burst of white light.