From a distance, it was clear that the mountain road leading from the foothill to the summit was bustling with activity, looking just like a long dragon coiling around the waist of the mountain.
It was only when Ye Wutian reached the entrance of the mountain trail that he learned he still needed to buy a ticket to enter.
The ticket booth was set up on a spacious clearing not far from the entrance, where a long row of tables was arranged, each manned by ticket sellers and each with long queues forming in front of them.
Ye Wutian picked a line with the fewest people and lined up at the end, not primarily because the line was shorter, but because there were four women at the end of it.
These four, dressed in athletic wear with climbing boots, sun hats on their heads, and backpacks on their shoulders, were clearly ordinary tourists.
Approaching the four, Ye Wutian struck up a conversation, "Ladies, this place isn't open to the public these days, didn't you know that?"
