"It's nothing, Little Yuan was just speaking off the cuff. You focus on resting and recovering slowly. No need to rush; even if your brain gets damaged by the poison, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the team doesn't count on your brains."
...
Li Zhiyuan walked up to the coffin where Tan Wenbin was lying.
The Seven Star Soul Revival Lamp on the coffin lid, its flame much gentler than in the morning, indicated that Tan Wenbin's recovery was progressing effectively and steadily.
Li Zhiyuan sat on the small bench in front of the coffin, with a fire basin placed in front of him, which had a layer of ash accumulated in it.
Picking up a stack of Netherworld banknotes nearby, Li Zhiyuan flicked his wrist, causing the notes to spread and ignite spontaneously.
The moment he threw them into the fire basin, the flames from the seven candles on the coffin lid shot up, becoming thicker and higher.
