The three of them rushed towards the village graveyard and saw thick smoke billowing from a distance.
Oh my goodness, not just her family; the ancestral graves of the entire village were smoking? How impressive could this be?
Did their village produce a real dragon emperor, or did some Taoist priest ascend to immortality?
Just as Su Xiaoxiao was doubting life, she saw two mischievous kids poking around something at the edge of the fire with a tree branch.
Curious, she approached them: "What are you two up to?"
The little boy jumped at the sudden sound and relaxed when he saw it wasn't an adult from his family.
He enthusiastically invited her, "Sis, want some roasted sweet potatoes?"
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at a certain tomb burning and silently looked away, praying fervently in her heart: Grandfather, it's really not me using your grave to roast sweet potatoes, please don't disturb me at night, thanks.
