Situ Hai sighed. "Tianyu, I did this to protect our clansmen's graveyard."
"The graveyard!" Fatty's gaze flickered.
"Your parents, the ten Clan Elders, and countless clansmen are all buried here."
"In life, they fought for the honor of the Situ Family."
"In death, I don't want their ghosts to be disturbed again," Situ Hai said, an indelible sadness etched between his brows.
"Where are they?" Fatty asked, his breathing somewhat ragged.
Situ Hai pointed due north. "In a valley not far ahead."
Fatty immediately looked in that direction. But dense trees obstructed his view, making it impossible to see the valley.
Qin Feiyang also glanced northward. "So, you were the one spying on us from the mountaintop earlier?"
At that time, he'd thought it was an illusion, he recalled. But thinking about it now, it couldn't have been.
