The bald old grandfather of the Shenmu tribe smacked his lips. He stared at the side of You Huangming's face and said, "Thank God you didn't say that you would go home to get married after the challenge ended."
"What are you talking about?" You Huangming was momentarily taken aback. "I got married long ago… Do you mean marrying a concubine?" You Huangming stared suspiciously at Qing Shenyuan. This fellow had lived for a long time, but he had never respected himself.
You Huangming had used to regard all the rumors like that as nonsense, but he was starting to believe them that day...
"I don't mean marrying a concubine." The bald old grandfather waved his hand.
"You wouldn't understand even if I said it." After You Huangming was far away, the bald old grandfather took a book out from his pocket. On the book cover was a picture of the Huaxia region before the Cataclysm had happened.