The picturesque island was small in area with a sparse population, yet Yusuf Zuck did not release his telekinesis to look around wildly but quietly followed Scott Escobar in a tour car to a mountain villa.
It was a sizeable estate, with a murmuring mountain spring nearby, and the yard was very quiet, not a soul in sight.
The tour car stopped outside the courtyard, and Scott Escobar and the middle-aged man led Yusuf Zuck into the hall.
The interior was spacious, carpeted with soft rugs, but at the moment, Yusuf Zuck had no interest in admiring the architectural style of the villa because he saw that the people here were dressed very oddly.
Indeed, there were people in the villa, not many, around seven or eight, both men and women. The men were wearing coarse linen robes, all with long hair tied in buns, dressed no different from people of ancient times; even the shoes they wore were like those round-toed cloth shoes Taoists wear.
