The quiet West Yin Mountain had become lively.
It wasn't just because of the arrival of Zhang Beixing and his group of young people coming to watch the sunrise. It was also because a whole bunch of journalists had followed the mountain path all the way up to interview Zhang Beixing.
As they walked up the mountain path, the journalists trailing behind them completely forgot one thing: they hadn't asked where Zhang Beixing and his party were heading when they started climbing.
It wasn't until they had walked a good part of the way, and it was around eight or nine at night, that it dawned on someone:
"Fuck, we've been so focused on climbing the mountain to find them for interviews, but where the hell are we supposed to find them?"
"Does anyone know where they went?" someone in the crowd asked.
Hearing this, many were taken aback.
Yeah, where had Zhang Beixing and his friends gone?
They surely couldn't just aimlessly look for them all over the mountain.
