Four hours later, thirty-some people in black shirts, black shoes, black pants, and black sunglasses arrived at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
"It requires a ticket to go up this way, let's go up from the back."
As a local, Qicai spoke seriously, "When I was young, I often went up the mountain with my senior sisters from the back."
"Which way is closer?" Gu Tao asked as he held a spicy beef bun and looked up at the vast mountains, "Whichever is closer, let's go that way. Mr. Chun is still lying on the ground."
"Well, the main entrance is definitely closer. However, the front mountain gate is all tourist areas. After we get past, we still need to go around twelve mountain peaks to reach the entrance of the Taixu Pavilian."
"Shit." Gu Tao stopped the car, "Everyone, get off."
The vehicles came to a halt, and under the gaze of many tourists, they followed Gu Tao and Xin Chen, striding toward the ticket booth.
"Ninety per person."
