Yijun's childish voice was filled with excitement and enthusiasm as he recounted what had happened at the cemetery.
Gerry quietly watched his face, which bore a strong resemblance to Jing Hua's, his eyes flickering...
After Yijun finished speaking, he blinked his eyes and looked at Gerry expectantly: "Uncle Dragonfly, do you remember this?"
Gerry looked up gently, rubbing Yijun's little head: "I remember, I remember it very clearly."
"Uncle said only a few of us should know about this, and we should never tell anyone outside."
Gerry understood what Jing Xuan meant, but he wanted to test Yijun to see if he understood Jing Xuan's meaning: "Why?"
"Uncle said that the box was left by an immortal, it's very precious, and if others find out, they will come to grab it."
Upon hearing this, Gerry let out a chuckle, his laughter as gentle as a spring breeze: "Yes, it's very precious, we must not let others know, they will grab it."
"We must keep our mouths shut."
"Definitely!"
