In the afternoon, Feng Yao left the Funeral Home. As for the follow-up to last night's events, he had his hands full.
Zhang Laoxi signed his name on the files Feng Yao gave him and left in high spirits. He got an expert consultant fee from the Scorching Sun Department, and went through several magic artifacts in the process. Considering Zhang Laoxi's contribution this time, the department would reimburse him for all of them—and most likely give him even better stuff as a bonus.
On top of that, this incident would rack up quite a bit of merit, which could be exchanged for nice things at the Scorching Sun Department.
Everyone else had left; only Wen Yan was left behind, bored at work, counting his leg hairs.
After stimulating his Yang energy and driving out the cold Yin lurking in his body, just two minutes under the sunlight was enough to make him sweat like crazy.
