Today was the last day of their winter vacation trip.
They got up before dawn and drove from their hotel in De County, doubling back up the mountain to an abandoned viewing platform.
It was called the White Pagoda Viewing Platform.
It had been abandoned partly because of its location: it stood too high and too far from town to support the tourist services it needed. The other reason was that the local ethnic-minority Cultivators had terrible tempers. Some had fought here and broken the road. Although it had since been repaired, hardly anyone came anymore. People had gradually grown used to the viewing platform in the town ahead.
Who knew whether the two ethnic-minority Cultivators who had broken the road had been released yet? Rumor had it they had been caught within days.
The drive took them twenty minutes.
It was still dark when they arrived. Three RVs were parked on the open ground, and two scruffy-looking local layabouts blocked the entrance, charging everyone ten yuan for "trash cleanup." Really, they just wanted a little spending money. Whether tourists ran into them was entirely a matter of luck, and they gave no receipts.
Zhang Suannai persuaded them.
Light slowly appeared along the horizon behind them.
People emerged from each of the three RVs. Some ate from bowls; others carried cameras with lenses of every size.
At over four thousand meters, the morning cold bit to the bone. An ordinary person's exposed fingers would go stiff and ache in less than half a minute, so the thickness of their clothes gave a rough idea of their cultivation.
None of them seemed to be Mid-Tier Cultivators.
In Chen Shu's group, everyone except Peach had reached the Middle Tier—even Xiaoxiao, whose cultivation was the lowest. They only needed their usual clothes.
"Woof~"