Morning.
A group of young people were carrying huge backpacks, over a hundred of them lined up in a long column, like lonely travelers crossing the wilderness.
In the autumn season, the trees beside the travelers were adorned with golden leaves, and the withered grass made the earth look somewhat desolate.
But the travelers were determined, showing no sign of retreat.
They crossed a mountain pass and climbed up a ridge, each of them agile, even though most of them were still ordinary people.
Finally, they sat on the ridge, gazing at the distant land, as if waiting for something.
The land was vast, the mountains majestic.
The small humans sitting on the ridge seemed exceptionally lonely.
Chen Zhuoqu looked at Uncle Li Dong: "Grandmaster, aren't we here to complete the life-and-death checkpoint? But our mountain biking life-and-death checkpoint has already been completed."
Uncle Li Dong laughed: "Calling me grandmaster, suddenly you've made me seem old… I'm still in my prime."
