Seeing Gao Zhijian getting genuinely flustered, Zhao Wu, the carriage driver, spoke up. "Dog-Egg, stop teasing him. If you really get him worked up, he'll give you a thrashing."
"Senior Brother Li, it looks like there's a wedding inside. Why don't we go take a look? All the villagers should be there."
Li Huowang glanced up at the fiery sunset, nodded, and led his party toward the village. The customs of Huo Shu really are strange, holding a wedding at dusk.
"Senior Brother Li, we have weddings at this time where I'm from, too!"
"Is that so? Why?"
"No particular reason. It's just always been the custom."
Chatting idly with them, Li Huowang slowly ventured deeper into the village.
