He Heard Su Qingzhi's Words.

Every day, Su Jinxuan would come here to offer incense and pray, accompanying his mother and sister until late at night.

The memorial tablets for the two of them were secretly erected by Su Dingheng behind Su Qingzhi's back.

Su Jinxuan's lightness skill was outstanding, and his hearing was extraordinary. He had already sensed Su Qingzhi's footsteps, but when he stepped in, he turned around in panic, "Grandfather, you... why are you here?"

Su Qingzhi had come to Su Jinxuan's courtyard to look for him. Since he wasn't there, he came here.

"Why are you here?"

Su Qingzhi's gaze was piercing as he stared at the memorial tablets in the temple hall. He was coldly furious, "Was it your father who brought these here?"

"No! It was because I couldn't bear to see my mother and sister wandering outside, so I set up the tablets for them. I'll take them away now."