Burning the ancestor of the Yun Family was quite simple—just a big fire, and in the end, only a few bones were left.
At this point, Yang Fan's part of the job was done.
Next up was Mr. Gao's work.
Yang Fan casually observed, but couldn't pick up much. Even the markings on the compass were unrecognizable to him.
Specialized knowledge is required for everything, and mastering any skill isn't easy.
By the time everything was wrapped up, it was already past 2 p.m.
Though it took quite a while, the task was completed smoothly.
Back at Yun Miaoyi's house, the feast continued.
The lunch spread was far more lavish than breakfast—not exactly delicacies, but in the countryside, this kind of meal was considered top-notch. The table alone had a budget over one thousand yuan.
Mr. Fan still hadn't returned.
After finishing the meal, Yang Fan couldn't help but call Mr. Fan.
No matter how busy Mr. Fan was at the moment, Yang Fan had to ask—it was weighing on his mind.
