Yan Hao grumbled a bit: "Got it, I need to act fake like that old man!"
Then, he switched the topic to his recent business deals, all of which failed, making it seem like the entire world was against him.
"Aunt Dongfang, do you think I'm cursed? Or is someone messing with me?"
Lady Dongfang pondered for a moment: "Didn't I tell you that I have something important to discuss with you before I came here?"
"Yeah, what's it about?"
"Remember a few days ago, I told you about the Hidden Immortal Sect having an elder who formed a Nascent Soul?"
"Yeah, didn't you go to the Nascent Soul ceremony today? I even asked you to take me along, but you weren't willing, saying it wasn't convenient." Yan Hao felt a bit displeased, "It's been centuries since someone formed a Nascent Soul in the Cultivation World. Such a major event, and you left me behind. So much for saying you care about me."
