The further they went, the higher the mountain became, and the once flat streams beside the road turned into bottomless cliffs. A slight misstep, and the motorcycle would plunge into a disastrous accident.
Leng Feng had already caught up. He sat behind, nonchalantly glancing around.
Lu Yunshuang was riding this type of transportation for the first time. She was very uncomfortable and afraid of the cliff-laden mountain road.
For Yang Fan, it was completely familiar, the only downside being the seat was too hard, making his rear sore after sitting for a long time.
About half an hour later, the tricycle stopped at the entrance of Beiming Mountain.
After getting off, the three stood by the roadside, gazing at Beiming Mountain, which didn't seem much different. From the outside, they couldn't see anything special.
Old Liu saw their expressions and knew what they were thinking. Anyone who arrived at this mountain pass would think the same; Beiming Mountain seemed unimpressive.
