Lin Yuanyang noticed Ji Ning was deep in thought and wisely remained silent until Aunt Pan's tightly closed eyes opened once more.
This time, the clarity in her eyes had vanished, and her gaze was as vacant as a puppet's.
Ji Ning asked her those questions again, and this time Aunt Pan obediently answered.
Moreover, the language was not Hua Continent's, but a very peculiar West Continent's language.
Lin Yuanyang, being the young master of the Lin Family, had been fluent in the languages of the major continents since childhood. However, the words Aunt Pan spoke were slightly different from the official language of the West Continent, mixed with many special terms rarely used in everyday conversation.
Such strange language made him frown deeply.
What he didn't notice was that after listening to this language, Ji Ning's face was instantly filled with a strong killing intent.
It was actually his people!
