"... Cough cough."
Zhang Yao was slightly startled by the sound, awkwardly coughed twice.
He looked at Zhao Donglai outside the funeral hall, who was dumbfounded, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Hall Master Zhao, please forgive me. I was overly curious about the Grandmaster's body, so I inadvertently offended this Wang ancestor..."
Zhao Donglai came to his senses and said with a peculiar expression, "My dear nephew, your behavior... is indeed not quite right, you need to be more careful."
As he spoke, he quickly walked over, his tone slightly changing, "But the Grandmaster's body, I am indeed very curious about it, I've never seen one before..."
Soon, he also discovered the mystical aspects of the Grandmaster's corpse, marveling incessantly, touching here and there, and began discussing it with Zhang Yao.
The two chatted for quite a while, and Zhang Yao seemed to react, asking, "Hall Master Zhao, weren't you outside handling matters after the battle?"
