Illusory World Secret Records, Myriad Miles Rivers and Mountains Seal

Qin Yang tossed out a couple of snarky remarks, but he did not take it seriously. Instead, he found it rather amusing. He had collected all kinds of coffins, and honestly, seeing one now felt strangely familiar. After all, this had been his old profession.

As the saying went, do what you did, love what you did. No matter whether he had been forced into the trade at first, if he wanted to do it well, he had to genuinely love it from the bottom of his heart. Otherwise, he would never do it well, let alone master it.

He had not yet given anyone a coffin, yet he had received one first. It left him not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He circled the coffin once, reached out to touch it, and muttered under his breath.

"The material is mediocre. The wood was not even shade-dried, and the workmanship is awful. Nothing is level, nothing is straight, and the lid cannot even fit seamlessly. Any apprentice who had studied for over five years would not make something this terrible. Those old folks preparing funeral supplies probably would not approve of a single part of it..."

After inspecting it, he kicked open the lid and immediately detected an almost imperceptible wisp of death aura. Qin Yang was startled. He slowly opened the lid and met the eyes of Illusory Sea Old Thief, who had died with his eyes wide open. He burst out laughing.

"So it was not a coffin delivery. It was an old thief delivery."

Seeing the faint death aura emerging from Illusory Sea Old Thief's body, Qin Yang reached out and touched him. The body had not stiffened yet, and it still retained warmth. By rough estimate, this fellow had been dead for no more than