"This matter here?"
That question, naturally, was asked by Guan Qinghan.
By this time, Ye Xiao had already walked up to the Yi Guan's grave, placed the white chrysanthemums he was holding in front of the stele, then bent down to pull out the weeds entwined around it, one by one.
"You really don't know?"
The female guide hesitated, her expression becoming complicated.
After a long pause, she finally spoke.
"This is the last time I'll be bringing a group here. This site is about to close because some big shot who just arrived in Jiangzhou City said he wants to build something here... it's called... Pick Star Tower?"
"I'm not sure exactly what it's called, but I heard that this whole area is about to start construction. That Yi Guan's grave over there... seems like it's also going to be demolished..."
Because she was aware that Ye Xiao and Guan Qinghan might be friends or relatives of the people commemorated at the Yi Guan's grave, she spoke with such hesitation.
