When he heard the youth call him Little Aunt's Husband, Zhang Xiaohua nearly tumbled off Four Unlike's back. "What kind of relatives are these? Valley Master Nie even told me to keep an eye on you. One careless move from you, and I might take your life. Who has the patience to acknowledge relatives with you now?"
Thus, Zhang Xiaohua put on a thoroughly puzzled look. "You are Qiangshi? How did you get such an overbearing name? And why do you call me Little Aunt's Husband?"
Qiangshi wore a broad smile. "Little Aunt's Husband, you are muddled. I call Valley Master Nie's second daughter, Nie Qianxiu, Auntie, so naturally I call Nie Qianyu Little Aunt, don't I? You and Little Aunt are a match made in heaven, a pair fashioned by the earth. If I do not call you Little Aunt's Husband, what should I call you? As for my name, it is merely a title. Once I reach the Incense-Passing Cult, it may well be changed to another title. It does not matter. Wouldn't you agree, Little Aunt's Husband?"
Looking at Qiangshi's shrewd face and his fawning expression, Zhang Xiaohua sighed inwardly for no reason. "Everything you said before that was correct, except that your little aunt and I have had no connection whatsoever so far. Do not call me things like Little Aunt's Husband. Besides, you are right—the Incense-Passing Cult even changes people's names. It would be best not to forge such ties between us."
Qiangshi looked utterly respectful. "What Little Aunt's Husband says is right. But although your relationship with Little Aunt has not yet become reality, sooner or later the raw rice will be cooked into rice. Your little nephew merely started calling you that a little early. In truth, no matter how names are changed