The visitor ignored Yu Xian with a look of disdain and strode straight into the small courtyard. After glancing around at the simple, modest surroundings, he sneered:
"I never imagined Daoist Yulan's home would be so meager, nor did I expect her husband to be nothing but a soft-eating pretty boy. I've heard that you spend all your time at home, living entirely off her hard work, and that you insist on eating only the finest spirit food. It’s reached the point where a distinguished Foundation Establishment cultivator and captain of the Tax Bureau has to squeeze into a hovel like this with you. Don't you feel any shame?"
Yu Xian was momentarily stunned, assuming this man was just another one of Yulan's admirers. After all, his current persona was that of a recluse who rarely left the house and, naturally, had no income. In the eyes of their neighbors, Yulan was the one who worked from dawn till dusk to support the household. Though the visitor’s tone was abrasive, it could be framed as "loyal advice that stings the ear," intended to goad him into working harder.
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