Fei Chuan did not waste time. As soon as he got the address, he immediately prepared for the journey to the mountain. It only took him half a day to finally arrive at the mountain mentioned in the note.
From above, Fei Chuan, sitting in the helicopter, glanced at the mountain peak. In the distance, he could see a temple. That must be what the old man was talking about. His eyes then landed on the side of the mountain, where a long flight of stairs stretched from the foot to the peak.
If he used those stairs to climb the mountain, it would take him hours to reach the top.
Fei Chuan instructed the pilot, "Land on the peak."
As for the old man's advice, Fei Chuan ignored it.
Soon, the helicopter found the helipad behind the temple and landed. The usually silent mountain was disturbed by the loud roar of the helicopter. The young monk who was sweeping the yard was stunned. They weren't expecting any important visitors today.
