Quite a few people knew Feng Youwang. He had some reputation in the frontline camps to the southeast.
But compared to Xia Zhao, his reputation was nowhere near enough.
At that sort of grand gathering, one attended even by Ninth-Rank Martial Dao experts and Grandmasters, Feng Youwang could only be a passerby.
Yet Xia Zhao was still one of the gathering's central figures.
She would draw countless eyes, and even long-famous powerhouses would pay close attention to her.
Whenever something was being discussed, many people would ask for her opinions.
To put it more directly, he could not even attend Xia Zhao and Li Yuan's wedding together with the Feng Family.
The friend Uncle Sun valued so highly, the Feng Youwang Aunt Li Fu had praised to the skies, actually held far less status than she had made out.
Sun Gulin, seated in the car, still did not want to get out.
Seeing this, Uncle Sun was preparing to go in and drag the child out.
"If he doesn't want to get out, forget it. We're leaving soon anyway."
Li Fu, standing nearby, spoke up to persuade him. It seemed she doted greatly on her child.
For young children, there was a very important kind of education: social education.
This education meant making children understand their place in society.
At home, their parents spoiled them and their elders indulged them.
But once they stepped outside, who were they?
If they did not care about other people's feelings, did others need to care about theirs?
Young people needed to understand one thing: being kind to others did not necessarily earn kindness in return.
But if they offended someone, that person would surely find every possible way to retaliate.
Clearly, this nephew Sun Gulin was not yet that sensible.
Uncle Sun looked