Lu Chen walked along the mountain path, gradually ascending higher. The thatched huts and the village at the foot of the mountain slowly grew smaller, and the stream flowing through Qingshuitang Village looked like a long, thin snake.
The tea mountain was very quiet.
There were birdsongs and the sound of the wind, yet it still felt extremely silent.
The mountain paths were numerous, with forks appearing from time to time. Lu Chen would occasionally stop to think things through carefully before choosing a direction toward the tea mountain. He glanced around, recalling the direction from which the torch had suddenly appeared not long ago, then continued forward.
About half an hour later, he stopped on a mountain path near the summit.
About ten feet away from him, beneath a spirit tea tr
