At four-thirty in the morning, the starry sky at the eastern foot of the Kunlun Mountains was still covered in frost, and Yuzerath's cell phone vibrated for the third time. A message from Vice President Lin Wei popped up on the screen: "Mr. Ze, all 12 distinguished guests of the 'Guge Dynasty Ultimate Exploration Group' have arrived at Lhasa Gonggar Airport. Mr. Chen's personal doctor has reported that the old man has mild altitude sickness. Do you want to adjust the itinerary for the first day?"
With his fingertips typing out a reply in the tent at minus two degrees Celsius, Yu Zelas's voice reached the Lhasa team thousands of miles away through the Bluetooth headset: "Notify the ground pick-up agency to prepare portable oxygen machines, cancel the sunrise view at Namtso, and take the 'Lhasa Ancient City Slow Tour Route' instead. In the morning, we will go to Barkhor Street to drink sweet tea to adapt to the altitude. In the afternoon, I will explain the Potala Palace in person - tell Mr. Chen that I will show him the murals of the secret passage of the Red Palace that no one else can see."
