President Gu thought that Hei xinjiu only said a few words with a bow. Who would have thought that this guy would actually take out paper candles and other things, and even put up a small mound like he was serious.
Hei xinjiu sighed. “Although martial nephew Xiao and I are not on good terms, I am an elder after all. I sincerely hope for his well-being. I didn’t expect martial nephew Xiao to die at such a young age. It really makes me sad!”
As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and he looked very sad.
President gu could not help but sigh in his heart. In the past, vice-chancellor Xiao had often made things difficult for senior martial uncle Yan because of Xiao Lianqiao, but she had let bygones be bygones. She was really too kind!
While he was sighing, he heard Hei xinjiu mutter to herself, “It’s just a pity that I didn’t have the time to ask the monk to help him cross over. It’s really a pity.”
When the guy said that, his eyes fell on Master Wuzhao.