Five days had already passed by, and as the sun was beginning to set on this day, Chen Ping'an finally scaled to the summit of Turtle Head Mountain on the new map provided by the kiln supervision office. 

This mountain was the tallest one by far among all of the mountains in a radius of dozens of kilometers, and Chen Ping'an was chewing on a hard and stale biscuit as he sat on a branch of an old pine tree on the mountain summit, which was extending out over the cliff, allowing the light breeze to tussle his hair and blow it in all directions.

The basket he was carrying had already been set down at the foot of the tree. He wasn't so bold that he dared to climb trees with the basket on his back. In the past, climbing mountains had been a part of his job, and he was always having to hurry to keep up with Old Man Yao, but for this trip, he was able to rest whenever he was tired and appreciate the beautiful scenery in the distance. 

Furthermore, many scenic locations...