Dawn had not yet broken.
Lin Qingfeng was already online.
To enter the Yin Spirit Institute, the rules required the party to be in a "funeral procession state."
In the past, he'd always stuffed his junior sister into the Yin Yang Warm Jade Coffin to play the part of the corpse, propped up at the front for the mourning rites.
All he had to do was play the part of the chief mourner and smash the ceremonial basin.
'How could I, a person of my stature, personally undertake such crude, public work as wailing and weeping for all to see?'
Lin Qingfeng opened his friends list. "Ji" was currently off-site, engrossed in the thrilling "adventure" of poaching members from other sects.
[PM] Lin Qingfeng: We're heading to the Yin Spirit Institute. Can you make it back?
[PM] Ji: No can do! This is a critical moment! There's a promising prospect here I think we can actually trick into joining us! Absolutely can't make it back!
