Relationship

The cultivator smiled and cupped his hands. "I must also thank you for your guidance, Senior."

Seeing that the two had matters to discuss, Xu Sanniang found an excuse to go make food for the children and left.

Granny Qing looked at the cultivator in the blackish-blue Daoist robe for a long while before saying, "Huang Shi was a pitiful child too. His parents died when he was young. He clawed and scrambled his way through life, gathering a band of brothers through loyalty, and only with great difficulty found some stability. In truth, he treated the neighbors fairly well... You should not have struck so heavily."

Granny Qing's sighs and account did not change Tu Shan Jun's expression in the slightest.

He merely smiled faintly.

He explained nothing and said nothing.

Perhaps she had seen the indifferent attitude of the cultivator before her. Knowing that he had entered the Dao in a ghostly body and might act somewhat extremely, she did not continue pressing the matter. Instead, she said, "Now that he is dead, new people will rise up."

"Before then, Longrong District may descend into chaos for a time."

"With Granny's strength, are such things truly a problem?"

The cultivator in the blackish-blue Daoist robe finally spoke.

In truth, he had not been surprised to see the old woman today. From Dwarf Winter Melon's memories, he knew that she was the head of the Auntie Society. She lived in Longrong District, and her funeral business was no small affair.

Most days, she acted as a mediator and stabilizing force among those who had a say. Or perhaps it could be called "rapping knuckles."

Longrong District's stability was due in part to Granny Qing.

Moreover, when Tu Shan Jun had been down and out, the old woman had given