"You're here, Xu Yang."
As Feng Zhaoqing just left, the owner of the hardware store next door appeared at the entrance of the funeral store.
Leaning against the door, she cracked sunflower seeds and said, "You just got married, why aren't you at home with your wife? Whose car was that just now? Did they attend your wedding? Are they some big shot?"
"I..."
Before Xu Yang could speak, the owner of the hardware store suddenly lowered her voice, mysteriously asking, "Xu Yang, people are saying that the wives you married are not human... Is it true?"
"....."
Xu Yang remained silent.
"And... I heard that the country will soon be teaching martial arts, do you also know martial arts?"
Xu Yang said with a bitter smile, "Aunt, that's not martial arts, it's Dao skills, I'm a Dao cultivator.
She also attended his wedding.