The next day, Taoyuan Square.
Zhang Fan had just arrived at the office when Bai Buran called him into the office. On the desk lay a thick stack of documents.
"I give up, I really do. Just what kind of thing were you reincarnated as?"
Bai Buran rubbed his temples, one hand pressing down on that hefty stack, his eyes bloodshot.
Normally, a Daoist like him, with his level of cultivation, could go three whole days and nights without sleep and still be bursting with energy, but after just one night, he looked this haggard—it was obvious he'd spent an awful lot of mental effort.
Last night, Bai Buran's phone nearly exploded. Just calls from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance alone tallied up to four or five—naturally, all wanting to know about the relationship between Night is not bright and Match-3 Puzzle.
Even though Bai Buran went out of his way to clarify that the two were only connected through business dealings, he was still invited to the Daoist Alliance for some "tea."
