Three Days Later, I Will Take It!

In Windcloud City, only one person was about to celebrate his three-hundredth birthday.

The Sun Family's old patriarch, Sun Changtai.

"Sir." The old man lowered his voice, a warning in his tone.

"This isn't a place for jokes. If you've come to make sport of this old man, please leave at once."

Chen Changqing did not move.

With a flick of his wrist, a bulging money pouch landed on the counter.

Bang.

The mouth of the pouch fell open, revealing gleaming, translucent Mid-grade Spirit Stones—at least several dozen of them.

The old man sucked in a sharp breath.

Having a coffin made would cost, at most, a few Low-grade Spirit Stones. With so many Mid-grade Spirit Stones, one could buy this entire street.

"I'm not joking." Chen Changqing pulled over a grandmaster's chair from nearby and sat down with an imposing air. "Remember the dimensions: eight chi long, three chi wide. Line the inside with the softest cloud silk."

"After all, three-hundred-year-old bones can't take much knocking about."

The old man stared at the Spirit Stones on the counter, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Come collect it in three days.

The old man stared at the Spirit Stones on the counter.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

He had made coffins on this street all his life.

Never had he seen so many Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

This sum was enough to buy half the shops in Windcloud City.

But it was scalding money.

The Sun Family's old patriarch was about to celebrate his three-hundredth birthday.

Who in all of Windcloud City did not know that?

Making a coffin for Old Master Sun at a time like this—

If word got out, the Sun Family would tear these old bones of his apart and feed them to the dogs.

The old man's one eye