The mountain ranges undulated, a vast sea of lush green forest stretched endlessly. The helicopter traversed the forest, stopping at a small airstrip on its edge, surrounded by towering peaks.
As soon as the helicopter landed, two rows of armed soldiers in camouflage swiftly approached, maintaining vigilance.
Old Qiao, Qin Yang, and their companions disembarked from the helicopter.
"Salute, Chief!"
Seeing Old Qiao disembark, a captain quickly stepped forward, saluting.
"Hmm."
Old Qiao nodded.
The captain glanced at Jiang Huo'er, Thunder God, and the small tower behind Old Qiao, but his gaze lingered on Qin Yang a little longer. After another salute to Old Qiao, he withdrew with the soldiers.
"Let's go, young Qin Yang. This place is heavily guarded; stay close."
Old Qiao said.
Led by Old Qiao, Qin Yang and the group walked along a path through the forest.
