After listening to Yang Yu's words, Xiao Ming nodded, "Mr. Yang, thank you for your advice. You trust me to say so much; I will certainly take note of it."
"That's good." Yang Yu smiled, "Your dad isn't good at business, but your aunt is. You and your brother should learn from her."
Xiao Ming chuckled, "Sure, Mr. Yang, got it."
On the way back, a question kept lingering in Yang Yu's mind, which was where the corpses on Penglai Fairy Island came from.
If Sea Dried Grass is cultivated from human corpses, and there are records of Sea Dried Grass on Penglai Fairy Island in ancient books, then it proves that someone came here over two thousand years ago and recorded the scene.
However, have those corpses truly existed for over two thousand years?
Judging by the clothes on those corpses, they are at most only ten or twenty years old.
