The coach stopped on the highway at the foot of the mountain.
The coachman, wearing a metal mask, cautioned,
"After you complete your mission, walk east along this road for three kilometers, and you will meet me at the fork there.
If it takes more than a week, you'll need to walk back to Zion."
"Understood."
Looking up at the small hill that leaned against the Vinar District,
in the world before Yi Chen's demise, it would surely have been developed into a tourist spot, perhaps with cable cars, entertainment facilities, or even a temple at the peak.
However, there were no elevators or cable cars here, not even a stone step pathway,
the four could only tread the steep mountain paths and lean on trees, experiencing the most primitive joy of mountain climbing.
During the climb, Yi Chen even nibbled on some bark while using touch to perceive the conditions between the hills.
Nothing happened along the way, not to mention danger; they didn't even see a small animal.
