"Since the matter has been resolved, I'll go back to sleep now. I haven't woken up this early since leaving..."
On the other end of the phone, Sun Xingyao yawned wearily, stretched widely, and looked at Master Fuli, saying:
"By the way, could you please have someone send the remains of the Immortal back to Xia Country? I want to personally inspect them to see what progress they've made during this time..."
An Immortal's sudden death is a cause for fireworks celebration for Sun Xingyao.
But, before personally inspecting the corpse and verifying its identity, Sun Xingyao won't open the champagne just yet.
The Immortals are as cunning as ghosts; without this cunning, how could they survive so long under the suppression of the Conforming Dragon People, occasionally causing them some headaches...
"Sure! I'll have it sent back by cold-chain air transportation."
