Xue Fanxin did not give Xue Batian an answer right away. Instead, she opened her palm and carefully sensed the invisible gestures on it.
As time passed, the remaining spiritual energy on her palm weakened. The words written were no longer as clear as before, so it took quite a while to read them clearly.
"Go quickly, under Yue Niang's… grave."
"Grandpa, Great-grandpa told us to leave quickly, so I was in a hurry to take you out of the Xue family. As for what this 'under Yue Niang's grave' means, I don't understand."
"Yue Niang is my biological mother, your great-grandma. Your great-grandfather should be saying that the thing is under your great-grandma's grave." As soon as Xue Batian finished speaking, he immediately shut his mouth and looked around vigilantly to see if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation.
