"Every time I see this mountain, it's as if those predecessors are still here!"
Zhao Shanhe whispered, "So walking on this mountain path gives one an indescribable sense of peace and safety."
Peace and safety, sacred and solemn.
This is exactly how Fang Che feels now.
Resting his palm on the stone, he even feels a sense of warmth.
It seems as if those predecessors are whispering to him.
They are saying: Do not forget to guard!
The wind whistles lowly over Kanke Mountain, as if heroic spirits are chanting in low murmurs over and over.
"All the lights of the Wan Family are on my shoulders! The life and death of the people are in my hands!"
Suddenly, Fang Che feels a surge of warmth in his heart. His whole being fills with hot blood, rushing forth suddenly.
His throat feels somewhat choked, and he suddenly feels an urge to cry.
...
Along the way, he soon reaches the headquarters.
It's all made of stone, appearing quite simple.
