Fang Yi, Who Treated Money Like Dirt, and Lin Yiyi, Whose Driving Skills Were Hard to Judge

Fang Yi had no idea that after he made his move, those three unlucky fellows had turned his reputation around overnight—from doubt, to shock, to fear...

The next morning.

Fang Yi began another wonderful day with his usual Golden Sun Breathing Technique. After several days of recuperation, along with Lin Yiyi constantly force-feeding him All-Nourishing Broth in every variation imaginable, his body had fully recovered.

If he did not get better soon, chicken soup would be running through his veins.

"Can we switch up the food today? I saw you bought chicken wings. How about Cola Chicken Wings?"

As Fang Yi stepped out, he saw his younger cousin busy in the kitchen and thoughtfully made the suggestion.

"Mhm, you guessed it."

Lin Yiyi rolled up her sleeves and began marinating the chicken wings.

Seeing that, Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to enter the kitchen and see if there was anything he could help with, his phone rang.

Caller: Jialan.

Hm?

"Are you Tai City's Undertaker?"

The moment he answered, Jialan got straight to the point.

Fang Yi did not hide anything in response to her question.

"It was me."

"As expected. One Blade Seal Burial—it was too familiar. That's your style. The moment I thought of it, I knew it was you."

Jialan sighed with emotion.

Undertaker. That title was rather fitting.

Back then, she had been amazed by that cremation video and searched everywhere for its creator. She had not expected Fang Yi to make an even more outrageous stir this time, directly saving an entire city and even drawing the Spirit Association into recruiting him!

Her feelings were somewhat complicated.

It was like watching a piece of gold brush away the dust covering it and begin to shine.

After chatting for