3056 Bu Jingyu
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.
She only stopped holding her breath when she was over 1,000 meters away from Mr. Sakiya.
Her forehead was covered in sweat.
She didn’t know how sharp Mr. Sakiya was, but his cultivation alone already posed a great threat.
He was definitely more advanced than a Spiritual King.
He was probably a Spiritual Overlord.
Feng Wu wanted to cry.
She had worked so hard to become a Spiritual King, but when she came to Peace Grassland, she found this place overrun with Spiritual Overlords.
She crouched in the bushes, rubbed her chin, and racked her brain.
Only an disorganized person would think improvising was a good idea. Feng Wu always had a plan.
She saw the tree.
Mr. Sakiya almost spotted her, not because she had been excited to see him.
It was because she had seen the tree.
The tree weren’t hidden.
It was right there in plain sight.
Mr. Sakiya was sitting by it.
The Dongsang Kingdom had actually built a house next to it.
Mr. Sakiya was sitting there and waiting for the Immortal Spiritual Fruit to ripen.
Feng Wu saw a translucent fruit already dangling over Mr. Sakiya’s head.
It was so eye-catching.
It was right there.
Feng Wu wished she could grab the fruit and run, but she couldn’t do that.
She couldn’t handle Mr. Sakiya, let alone all the assassins nearby.
Feng Wu rubbed her nose as she tried to come up with a plan.
Just then, she heard a voice.
“Miss Mu Yan, do you think the Divine Phoenix Blood is real?”
It was a man’s voice.
Mu Yan? Feng Wu recognized that name.
She remembered that name because she recalled the gossip about Mu Yan, who seemed to have slept with the crown prince of the Dongsang Kingdom.
Feng Wu remained silent.
Mu Yan snorted. “The Divine Phoenix Blood? Bu Jingyu, since when did you become so stupid?”
