Chapter 139 Nine-Bend Slope—just like its name suggested—was a place of winding paths and twisting mountain roads. The trail curved and coiled endlessly, and more than once, they’d be walking along only to find the path abruptly cut off. Then the guide would suddenly veer to the side, and—bam!—a bamboo ladder would be hanging down from above. The director was on the verge of a breakdown. They had brought so much equipment—how were they supposed to get it all up there? After huddling together…