Feng Jiu followed behind, growing increasingly puzzled. Her father was heading toward the mountainside facing the city, where the terrain rose higher, offering views of the city below.
However, this spot was quite secluded. Even if someone ventured to the back mountains, few would come here. After all, if they wanted to enjoy the scenery, they could go anywhere in the city.
Yet, as she observed the path through the back mountains, she could faintly see signs of someone having walked here. Patches of weeds had been flattened, revealing a narrow, winding trail.
After walking for a while, she saw her Father stop at a spot resembling a grave mound. His figure blocked her view of the name engraved on the stone marker, but she felt a pang of surprise.
How could there be a grave here on the Feng family's back mountain? Moreover, judging by the soil on the mound, it didn't look like a recent burial.
Who was buried here? Why hadn't she known about it?
