"Is it really necessary to bring up a coffin just because I'm not letting you keep a dog?"
Bright and early, Fuling had come to call Li Fan for breakfast and was startled.
"No, no, that's not it. I was practicing..."
Li Fan, exhausted, climbed out of the square black coffin gifted to him by Master Liang.
Sigh, he had intended to cultivate inside the coffin, but as soon as the lid was on, even the circulation of the spiritual qi of the heavens and earth was disrupted, and he had actually fallen asleep inside it.
By the time the night was over, he hadn't dreamed of anything like returning to the void or come up with any insights about 'the silent extinction of life and death'. His only thought was wondering what kind of wood the coffin lid was made of, it was so hard! It had left Li Fan, a Golden Core stage cultivator, with a sore back and almost a crick in his neck! It looked like he'd need to add a sheet and a pillow of some sort...
