"Xu Yang, you're here."
Feng Zhaoqing had just left, and the owner of the neighboring hardware store appeared at the funeral shop entrance.
She leaned against the door, clicking sunflower seeds, and said, "You just got married a few days ago, why aren't you at home with your wife? Whose car was that just now? Did that person attend your wedding? Is he some big shot?"
"I..."
Before Xu Yang could speak, the hardware store owner suddenly lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "Xu Yang, people say that the brides you married aren't human... Is that true?"
"..."
Xu Yang remained silent.
"And... I heard that the country is going to teach martial arts soon, do you know martial arts?"
Xu Yang smiled bitterly, "Auntie, what I know is not martial arts, it's Dao skills, I'm a Dao cultivator."
She had attended his wedding, too.
