After Wenren Sheng left, at Li Yuanfeng's private residence.
Two more people suddenly appeared: his Junior Brother, Wang Yanhú, and Director An.
"Hahaha, hahaha! Look at that kid just now, scared out of his wits. I thought he could stay calm and composed at all times, swaggering with arrogance!"
Wang Yanhú laughed so hard he nearly doubled over.
Yet the other two did not laugh, leaving him rather embarrassed.
After a while, Wang Yanhú stopped laughing as well.
"Ah, you two are far too serious. You're no fun at all."
"This is no laughing matter," Li Yuanfeng said blandly.
At this moment, none of his previous dejection remained. He had returned to his vigorous state.
"Yes, Grandmaster Li truly is going to die. Although you can undergo Physical Body Reconstruction, it will still take quite a long time to recover completely. During that time, who can take your place?" Director An asked with a grave expression.
"Tch, everyone's the same. Once they get old and their Otherworldly Expert stops feeding them, their bodies quickly fall apart," Wang Yanhú said indifferently. "I don't have many days left either, so I should start preparing in advance. Senior Brother, teach me some of your new skills when you have time."
"You still have a long way to go. It won't be your turn to say such things for another fifty years," Li Yuanfeng interrupted his Junior Brother, then said to Director An, "Let Little Wen take my place."
"Sigh, although he has a sense of responsibility, he still has the mentality of an idle man of wealth. He is unwilling to worry about so many matters," Director An said, shaking his head.
"Then Xue Wuqin can only take over. He is fair in all things, but his temperament is cold and unyielding. He