A few minutes later, a helicopter descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard of Longyan Temple.
Two fully armed soldiers carried a stretcher out of the cabin, and on the stretcher lay an elderly man tightly bound by a restraint strap.
"That's Lee Yuan," Yang Qi said, jumping down from the helicopter and speaking to Sun Hang.
Sun Hang glanced at the elderly man on the stretcher, noticing his eyes tightly shut, his breath faint, and his shriveled skin full of brown age spots, completely unrecognizable as the clean monk Sun Hang had seen in memory fragments.
He crouched down, reached to turn the man's head to the side, revealing a black mole the size of a coin in the middle of the sparse white hair at the back of his head.
"Inspection complete; it's definitely him," Sun Hang nodded. "Where did you find this guy?"
