The carriage continued for about half a li, and on the right side of the mountain, a cluster of graves was visible.
Mid-hillside, a young master in blue accompanied by two family servants finished paying their respects at a grave, and several sturdy men were swinging hoes, digging at the grave.
There was also an elder in gray holding a compass, checking directions around the grave and calculating, looking like he must be a Feng Shui Master.
A new coffin was placed next to the grave.
It surely was the descendants relocating their ancestors' grave.
"Sigh," Xiao Yuchuan reined in the carriage, glancing up the mid-hillside, "Wife, that one in blue clothes must be Gao Shen. He looks just like the person I inquired about."
Su Qingyue lifted the carriage curtain and glanced up the mountain, "Third brother, let's wait here for a while. They're relocating the grave; it's not appropriate to run up there and talk business at this time."
