The palace of Mount Luo Yan is located halfway up the mountain. From a distance, it stands out prominently. The series of palaces joined together, almost like a gigantic dragon coiling around the mountain.
Michael strode confidently to the front of the mountain gate.
Approaching him, a few guards from the gate sought to stop him.
"Halt! Who are you, and what is your business on Mount Luo Yan?" The middle-aged leader's eyes scanned Michael's face, first dubious, then shook with disbelief, "Yang Michael! Are you Yang Michael?"
Michael had not disguised himself at the moment. Given the wide distribution of his wanted posters across the mountains and the seas, it was only natural that he was recognized.
"It's me."
With a tone of negotiating with the other party, Michael asked: