The divination result was clear. The vein beneath that old cave in Shushan ran far deeper and wider than the area he had explored back then.
He had only taken some Flame Spirit Stones from the surface before leaving, never exploring deeper.
The aircraft accelerated to its limit. The straight-line distance from Mount Luofu to the Shu Region was over fourteen hundred kilometers, and this executive aircraft cruised at four times the speed of sound.
In less than twenty minutes, the landscape outside the windows had changed from Lingnan's rolling hills to the towering mountain ranges of the southwest.
Mountains stretched endlessly, wreathed in clouds and mist.
Yang Wanqing pointed down. "That one! That peak! I remember it!"
It was a fairly low peak, with a naturally formed platform halfway up its slope.
Several old pines grew along the platform's edge. Beneath them sat a boulder, and beside the boulder was nothing at all—the spot had been concealed by the formation Chen Hao had set up years ago.
The aircraft landed on the level ground.
The cabin door opened, letting in mountain winds scented with pine needles and earth.
Unlike the scorching, energy-laden winds of Mount Luofu's mining area, the air here was crisp and cool, carrying the faint chill unique to high elevations.
Chen Hao was the first to step out.
His feet touched stone, and the only sound around him was the wind. There was no sign of development here.
No walls, no watchtowers, no military drones. Just an ordinary mountain in the wilderness, an ordinary cave.
No one knew what lay hidden below.
Yang Wanqing hopped out with her little bag on her back, and Chen Siyao followed. The three headed toward the cave entrance.
Chen Hao dispelled the concealing formation he had left there. The entrance