"Seven days from now is an auspicious day; by then, I will need to trouble you to handle my burial."
As Xu Qing walked out of the coffin shop, he was still thinking about the Hu family's legacy.
Hu Baosong was tight-lipped and preferred to take his skills to the grave rather than pass them on to others.
How many skills have vanished throughout history in this manner; it's truly a pity.
Fortunately, he still had the Sutra of Salvation.
He didn't believe that Old Hu's revolving lantern would be as tight-lipped as he was.
Upon reaching the entrance of the Funeral Shop, Cheng Caiyun, who was selecting vegetables, exclaimed "Oh my" and swayed her plump hips as she walked towards him.
"Oh, Scholar Xu is back! You've certainly become even more handsome after all this time."
