"Crack... crack..."
The faint morning light filtered through the leaves above, illuminating some of the wispy hair on Yan Huan's forehead.
He changed into a set of plain clothes with a wrinkled 20th-century style, leaned against the tree trunk, and gazed into the distance, observing the scene by the mountain.
He got up early this morning and took a loop around this isolated village before dawn.
After all, being in a foreign land and suddenly transported so far by Sakuragi Hitomi's Barrier, he had to be extra cautious.
Moreover, this sort of remote, secluded village always gave the "well-read" Yan Huan a strong sense of déjà vu.
Could there be some strange customs, an unknown cult in residence, or maybe even a female disguise...
Oh no, it's all grandpas and grandmas here, shouldn't be.
At least, while resting at night, he had Meow-chan keep watch to make sure no one approached him and An Le.
