The next day, early morning, Mount Taihua of the Western Sacred Mountain.
A cool breeze rustled through, accompanied by the chirping of birds and the singing of cicadas. The ancient mountain path was bustling with tourists, among them two backpackers, each with a bulging, enormous pack, stepping on the stone stairs!
Halfway up the mountain, the two walked on a secluded trail, seeing no one around, they suddenly dashed into an overgrown thicket where there was no path.
Their feet moved as if in flight, arriving at a small hill, they immediately opened their backpacks, took out a dazzling array of equipment and components, and started to assemble them.
One of them opened a laptop and connected to the satellite cloud map.
"Eagle, how is it? According to the plan, the location here should be good, right?" the man assembling the equipment whispered in broken Chinese, revealing that they were foreigners.
