"Old man, you're not dead yet, how could I die before you? If I died, who'd take care of your funeral!" Lin Fan laughed heartily.
Since childhood, Lin Fan had never seen the old man smile, always wearing a face like he owed someone five million. So every time Lin Fan saw the old man, he couldn't help but want to tease him!
"If you die, Lin Bai will take care of my funeral." The old man said indifferently, looking unconcerned.
"I say, old man, you're a bit too narcissistic. Lin Bai is the second master's disciple, why would he take care of your funeral when you die?" Lin Fan said dismissively.
"Then I'll just turn into a pile of yellow earth, sink into the ground, and be done with it." The old man remained as calm as ever.
"Damn! Old man, you're ruthless!"
Lin Fan grinned and said, "So, tell me what's the reason for this call? You're not gonna ask me to protect someone again, are you?"
"Protecting people is a disgraceful thing our sect only does once." The old man said.
