Yang Zheyan had others look at the poem and read it, but no one understood the language. It was a language that was not recorded in history, nor was there a place that used to be called Lou Zemin. The only people who could read it fluently were him and Lu Weisheng.
Both of them couldn't understand how they were able to read a lost language when no else can. Yet, tonight, he found a third person who can read the language fluently as both of them did.
F*uck… Xiong Jingfei bit on her tongue, realizing she made a mistake, a huge one.
It was her first time seeing the language of her past life, so it just slipped out naturally. She didn't mean to read it out loud! But there wasn't any excuse she can think of or a good enough one to cover up her mistake.
"I… I want to use our deal to keep my silence on this one." Xiong Jingfei answered, avoiding eye contact with him.