This could already be considered a small indoor fire.
"The remaining wood can be chopped up and used as firewood for cooking meals."
Fu Qingjun doused the flames on the table with a bucket of water, then cleaned up the water and wood debris on the floor with a broom and dustpan... Finally, he collected the ants that were roasted in the fire and placed them in baijiu.
Essentially, after his suggestion, the surviving ants choosing to be washed away by the current was almost impossible, for they had cultivated the Martial Dao of this world and couldn't possibly be swept away by mere water.
Of course, if they were swept away and fell from the world atop the four pillars, they couldn't blame him for being ruthless.
"The table is clean, it's about time to organize the aftermath."
Fu Qingjun cleaned the floor as if he were doing a major cleanup. Looking at the charcoal-burned table, he was silent for a moment, "I need to replace it with a new table and rebuild a sandbox."
