"Is this guy really not willing to stay for a wedding drink?"
Watching the silhouette already disappearing at the doorway, Xue Ningxiang stood in a daze for a while, finally stomping her foot hard. In that moment, she almost wanted to follow that figure and leave directly.
Fortunately, Xue Ningxiang retained a shred of rationality, knowing this was her father's and Aunt Luo's wedding. If she were to leave like that, her father would undoubtedly be heartbroken.
"Xiangxiang, if you work hard in your cultivation, there's a chance you'll reunite with him one day in the Nine-layered Dragon Cloud!"
No one knows a daughter better than her father. Seeing Xue Ningxiang's actions, Xue Tianao naturally knew his precious daughter's thoughts. So he took a few steps forward, gently patting her shoulder, and his soft words made Xue Ningxiang's eyes light up.
"Indeed, I am the Illusion Yin Ghost Body. The next time we meet, perhaps I won't lose to him!"
