Don't speak, just feel

"Wait for the right moment!!" Su Yang shouted.

Ahead, the three motorcyclists had naturally noticed the Aston Martin 707 closing in on them, but they didn’t give Su Yang any chance to overtake.

Forget about a performance SUV like this—even if a top-tier supercar had shown up, these seasoned riders, who had long bid farewell to their loved ones, wouldn’t have batted an eye. They’d take on anyone who dared challenge them.

The rider at the back freed one hand and gave Su Yang a thumbs-up before flipping it downward. Then, the three bikes suddenly accelerated, widening the gap and disappearing into the distance.

Seeing this, Su Yang wasn’t annoyed—he just smiled faintly.

There was no helping it; he really couldn’t catch up. They had the skill to mock him like that.

Another factor was that Su Yang had four passengers in his car, so he couldn’t afford to be too reckless. Safety first, as they’d agreed.

Su Yang chuckled. "Haha, got shown up. You guys win."

Beside him, Pan Ning remarked calmly, "No way you could catch them. If you were driving a Turbos or a Senna, maybe you’d stand a chance."

Su Yang grinned and slowed down. "I just wanted to see how big the gap was. Didn’t expect it to be this huge."

"Of course. When you got closer earlier, I noticed—the two at the back were riding a BMW S1000RR and a Yamaha R1. The one in front, I’m not entirely sure, but if I had to guess, it was a Kawasaki H2. Those are all top-tier bikes. How could you possibly keep up?"

Su Yang blinked in surprise and laughed. "Oh? You know about motorcycles too?"

Pan Ning smiled faintly. "I dabbled in bikes for a while last year, but later realized I still prefer four wheels, so I sold them all."

"I’m with you on that—four wheels are better."

As Su Yang slowed down and resumed normal driving, it wasn’t long before Zhang Ziming and Liu Bo’s cars finally caught up.

The rest of the journey passed without incident. At 5:30 p.m., Su Yang was the first to exit the Yong'an County highway toll station.

Yong'an County was a small town under the jurisdiction of Qingxi City in the southwestern part of Tianhai Province.

Nestled at the border between Tianhai Province and neighboring Xia Province, the county shared many customs, traditions, and even dialects with Xia Province.

That said, the dialects of the provinces surrounding Tianhai were all fairly similar, so people could generally understand each other.

After exiting the toll station, Su Yang pulled over to the side of the road.

Four straight hours of driving had left his backside sore.

He stepped out of the car, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"Ahhh… that’s better."

[Ding! Detecting that the host is thoroughly enjoying this cigarette. Reward: 500,000 yuan.]

Su Yang smirked and turned to the girls still in the car. "Come on out and stretch your legs. The others will probably take a few more minutes."

"Sure!" The three in the backseat agreed and got out. Lu Yun pulled Tang Ziyun toward a public restroom not far away.

Meanwhile, Meng Qianyu walked up to Su Yang and gave him a soft smile. "Thanks for driving~"

"Hm?" Su Yang turned to her and grinned. "No problem. Driving’s easy for me."

"Glad to hear it. Later, I’ll show off my cooking skills and make sure you all eat well."

"Oh? You can cook?"

"Yep. I’m pretty good at it—grilling and everything."

Hearing this, Su Yang thought to himself, Who’d have guessed this refined young lady knows her way around a kitchen?

"Looking forward to it, then."

"But we didn’t bring much food. We’ll need to stop by a supermarket in town to pick up some ingredients."

"No problem. I’ll cover it."

After chatting for a while, they finally spotted the two cars approaching slowly from the toll station.

Zhang Ziming and Liu Bo parked behind Su Yang’s car and quickly jumped out.

"Ugh, my back’s killing me," Zhang Ziming groaned, rubbing his spine.

Meng Wenzhou rolled his eyes. "I offered to switch, but you refused. Now you’re complaining?"

"I thought 400 kilometers would be fine. I’ve driven over 700 before without feeling this sore."

Su Yang laughed. "Just stretch a bit. We’re almost there—only 26 kilometers left."

Hearing this, Zhang Ziming turned to Meng Wenzhou. "You take the wheel for these last 20-something kilometers. I need a break."

"Fine."

After a ten-minute break to stretch and relax, the group set off again.

Soon, they entered the town, stopped at a fresh market to stock up on ingredients, beer, and drinks for the night, and then headed toward their final destination.

Before long, the three cars left the small town behind.

The remaining 20-plus kilometers were mostly winding mountain paths—starting as a national highway, then downgrading to a county road before finally turning into an unpaved dirt trail.

It was already 6:40 p.m., but luckily, it was summer, so the sky was still bright. In autumn or winter, it would’ve been pitch black by now.

Staring at the twisting dirt road ahead, Su Yang frowned. "Are we on the right path?"

Pan Ning studied their surroundings and nodded. "Should be. The GPS says this is the way."

"Plus, there are clear tire tracks here. We’re good."

"Alright. How much farther?" Su Yang asked, eyes fixed on the narrow trail.

"3.3 kilometers."

"Seriously? We have to drive 3.3 kilometers on this bumpy dirt road? It’s that deep in?"

"Just keep going. It’s definitely the right way."

"Fine. Hold on—this road’s rough."

The three SUVs crawled along the rugged mountain path.

Soon, the open scenery gave way to dense woods, where thick foliage blocked out the sunlight, making visibility worse.

Fortunately, previous visitors had carved out a drivable path through the trees, so they just had to follow it.

As the light dimmed, the headlights automatically turned on. It was now past 7 p.m.—over an hour later than their planned 6 p.m. arrival.

At 7:20, the three cars emerged from the forest.

The moment they broke through, a soft evening glow streamed through the windshield, bathing their faces in warm light.

Suddenly, the view ahead opened up, and the scenery transformed—like stepping into another world, reminiscent of the classic tale The Peach Blossom Spring from childhood textbooks.

"Following a stream, forgetting the distance of the road, they suddenly came upon a grove of peach blossoms…"

Before them stretched a vast, flat grassland, split down the middle by a winding, crystal-clear river.

A few hundred meters beyond lay another dense forest, and behind that, the towering peaks of the Qianye Mountain range.

At the horizon, the setting sun painted the sky in brilliant shades of orange and red, turning the clouds into a breathtaking canvas.

The scene was straight out of a movie—like stumbling upon paradise, a dreamlike fairyland that left them spellbound…

"We’re here," Su Yang murmured, pulling over to the side.

The girls in the car gasped at the stunning view. "Wow!! It’s so beautiful!! What kind of magical place is this?"

"Quick, take pictures!!"

"Coming here at this exact moment was worth it—I could die happy after seeing this!!"

Tang Ziyun spoke while pushing open the car door and rushing out, pulling out her phone to capture the scene.

Lu Yun and Meng Qianyu also quickly took out their phones to snap photos.

Su Yang turned to Pan Ning: "Such a beautiful view—aren’t you going to take a picture?"

Pan Ning shook her head. "They’ve got it covered. I don’t look good in photos anyway."

"Ha! So there’s something you’re not good at? But this place really is amazing. Worth the long drive."

"Shh. Just soak it in." Pan Ning motioned for Su Yang to be quiet, leaning back in her seat with her eyes fixed ahead, quietly savoring the fading spectacle.

Su Yang smiled and fell silent, turning his gaze forward as well.

[Ding. Detected host admiring breathtaking scenery, feeling relaxed and deeply content. Reward: 600,000.]

A few minutes later, the sun vanished completely behind the mountains, and the orange-red clouds along the horizon gradually faded.

"Alright, show’s over. Time to find a spot to set up camp."

The three cars drove toward the distant meadow, soon arriving by the small river that cut through it.

"This spot is perfect! Right here!"

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