The next morning, around seven o'clock, the sun had just risen not long ago.
Feng Tianyou and Ah Long headed straight to the helicopter in the Zhuo Family's garden and rushed to the Sacred Tribe.
On the plane, Feng Tianyou gently caressed the jade flute Ningyan used to communicate with the Sacred Tribe, wondering if the tribespeople would receive the message if he played it.
He took out the piece of paper from his pocket, which only listed the names of the medicines but showed no pictures of the herbs.
He wondered if these three ingredients could be found in the Sacred Tribe.
Thinking about the risks Ningyan faced while pregnant with twins, he couldn't stay calm.
No matter what, she must be safe and give birth to the children safely.
More than two hours later, Ah Long and Feng Tianyou, carrying an oversized backpack, deftly slid down the helicopter's rope ladder.
The helicopter couldn't enter; once they reached Witch Mountain's boundary, all instruments would fail.
