Feng Wu concentrated on the surroundings and looked down the slope.
There was a valley at the foot of the cliff.
The sun was setting, but Feng Wu could still see what was down there.
She was amazed.
There was a house near the crater of the volcano.
It wasn't an ordinary courtyard with all four walls.
Rather, it was a cottage.
In front of the cottage was a lawn, which had been mowed.
The grass seemed so soft.
A table had been set, and someone was making tea on a small stove. The man had long hair and was reading in a chair.
He was an elegant and refined middle-aged man.
The book fitted perfectly in his hands.
Mr. Sakiya!
That name came to Feng Wu's mind.
Her breathing quickened a little, and Mr. Sakiya immediately looked in her direction.
Luckily, Feng Wu moved away from that spot a second ago and slowed down her breathing again.
Mr. Sakiya returned to his book.
Feng Wu quietly left the bushes.
