The old man had barely said "hire a few people" when Chen Changqing raised a hand.
The thousand-pound Redwood Coffin gave a slight shake.
In the next instant, it vanished straight from the shop.
The old man's single eye widened sharply, and the rag in his hand fell to the floor.
"Imm... Immortal Master?"
Chen Changqing dusted off his sleeve.
"No need to hire anyone."
The old man's throat went dry. The ferocity he had shown when taking the money had vanished without a trace.
He had originally thought Chen Changqing was merely a wealthy cultivator.
But now, it seemed this man was not here to make trouble at all.
He was truly preparing to send someone from the Sun Family on their final journey.
The old man lowered his voice.
"Immortal Master, today is the Sun Family's grand birthday celebration. Quite a few cultivators in the city have gone. I heard Elder Zhao of the Flying Cloud Sect is there too. He's a late-stage Golden Core cultivator."
Chen Changqing glanced at him.
"You're afraid I'll smash your signboard?"
The old man hurriedly waved his hands.
"No, no, no. This old man is afraid you'll suffer a loss, Immortal Master."
Chen Changqing smiled.
"Don't worry. Your coffin work is good. If anyone from the Sun Family wants to place another order later, I'll have them come find you."
The old man's scalp went numb.
It sounded like a joke.
Yet he could not laugh at all.
Li Yuanyuan stood beside him, clutching the Wave Drum, her little face somewhat pale.
It was not as though she had never thought of revenge.
But when the day truly came, her legs still felt a little weak.
The Sun Family.
Half a year ago, she had hidden in a pile of grass outside