At the snow-covered peak of the Heavenly Mountain, Yan Qinghe made a difficult trek, accompanied by a group of professionals. The exhausting effort nearly cost him his life, but he finally climbed to the summit of one of the peaks.
After taking a moment to breathe from an oxygen tank, he rested and recuperated before taking out a banner. One side depicted a goddess touring in a chariot, while the other showed a magnificent palace wreathed in celestial clouds. Yan Qinghe attached it to a pole and began shaking it vigorously, calling out repeatedly, "King of Central Earth, I humbly request an audience!"
"What is he doing?" The others were astonished, murmuring among themselves.
"Quiet! Maintain discipline!"
"Yes, sir!" They immediately fell silent, watching Yan Qinghe's peculiar actions.
Even Yan Qinghe himself was filled with doubt. It's been so many years… Can I really still make contact?
