Chapter 205 You Don’t Recognize Me

• Chester Newman followed the mountain path, hiking up one step at a time.
• The road up wasn’t all that hard. Blue stone slabs paved the way, and from the look of them, they’d been laid only in recent years—fresh, modern work trying to imitate the old, without any real ancient charm. It felt more like one of those retro scenic spots built with modern methods.
• The mountain wasn’t very high, but there was only this one path. Cars couldn’t make it up.