Qiao Qingyu appropriately exhibited shock.
On the phone, Wu Hong's voice was somewhat complex as he said, "You probably can't even imagine that the pile of stones... those inexplicably existing stones in the basement, they were actually brought there by our old ancestor himself."
"How could that be possible?" Qiao Qingyu appropriately expressed her disbelief.
"Ah, it's a long story and not easily explained, but the old ancestor also mentioned that initially, right outside his door was a landscape of icy tundra, and he didn't know where it was. Anyway, there were mountains and forests, and it was heavily snowing, so he just casually threw a stone out there."
Qiao Qingyu, "...What do you mean by that?"
"I'm also confused and at a loss now. Who knows where that stone ended up, or maybe it still hasn't been discovered by anyone."
After a few more sentences, the call ended.
