The helicopter's high-speed spinning rotor blades were like a gray disk, churning the rain-laden air.
Raindrops were flung in every direction, like the disk's trailing lace.
Inside the helicopter's heavy, broad cabin, twelve members of the Moving Mountain Sect sat in two rows.
Lu Sheng sat second from the left.
Everyone remained silent. The aircraft was too noisy, and talking took too much effort, so they simply could not be bothered.
Lu Sheng looked out through the helicopter's reinforced round window.
Range upon range of steep white snow mountains receded beneath the aircraft as they rapidly climbed toward higher elevations.
It felt as though they were constantly flying toward the very summit of the snow mountain range.
Early this morning, Lu Sheng had been instructed to take a private aircraft to this wild mountain range abroad.
Only after walking more than ten kilometers had he boarded the heavy transport helicopter bound for the destination.
His older sister, Wang Jing, had been entrusted to several Black Mist humanoids at the foot of the mountain.
They had protected Wang Jing for a long time. Other than the God of Destruction, they could ensure her safety against any other enemy.
The helicopter continued ascending, and the rain soon turned into snow.
Before long, at the summit of the snowy mountain, a wide clearing strewn with rocks lay covered in a dazzling white layer of snow.
The helicopter hovered in midair and gently dropped down a rope ladder.
The Moving Mountain Sect members climbed down one after another, then jumped when they were still several meters above the ground.
Lu Sheng was the last to jump down.
The snowy ground looked ordinary, but beneath it lay a thick layer of something like soft padding.
"Here..." He rose to his feet, immediately sensing that something