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Chapter 1449 - 977 Arrival

Chapter 1449: 977 Arrival

Mount Fuji ultimately wasn’t conquered.

But that’s okay.

Conquering a peak doesn’t have much practical meaning, after all, Boss Jiang isn’t a mountain climbing enthusiast nor an extreme sports athlete.

Having climbed to a certain height, they turned back without a hint of reluctance.

The way down was the same.

They didn’t encounter anyone they knew.

Fate is something you can’t force.

How does that saying go.

Fate brings people to meet across a thousand miles.

Without fate, even if you block someone’s doorstep, it’s in vain.

Jiang Chen didn’t wait, heading to Tokyo in time for dinner.

He took the Taoist nun sister and boarded the tram heading to the international metropolis.

"Did everything you learn come from the old Taoist master?"

The two sat by the window on the moving tram.

Skill alone isn’t enough these days; even rogues need to learn some culture.

Previously, Jiang Chen only thought that the old mystic—no, the old immortal was advanced in Taoist arts; he hadn’t expected him to be proficient in both literary and martial arts.

"Master always brought books when he descended the mountain for me."

Descend the mountain?

For a moment, Jiang Chen’s thoughts strayed, drawn to that phrase.

The old immortal was supposed to live a secluded, carefree life on that mountain, yet he would lower himself to mingle with this materialistic world?

Was he going down the mountain to buy wine?

Though the thought crossed his mind, Jiang Chen didn’t inquire further, realizing it wasn’t fitting for a young man to pry into the private life of an elder.

——Uh.

Even if the Taoist nun sister wouldn’t overthink, Jiang Chen couldn’t move past his internal hurdle.

"He surely explained things to you too, right? How did he introduce Dongying to you?"

Jiang Chen asked.

At this question, the "always unfazed" Taoist nun sister visibly furrowed her brows, seeming more delicate than distant Mount Fuji, indicating displeasure.

Jiang Chen was surprised.

People have expressions, but on Zhang Zhongtian’s exquisite face, it was like a flowering iron tree.

The tram sped forward, over a hundred kilometers, taking more than two hours; their nation’s territory is limited, not requiring high speed.

Seeing the young Taoist nun showing rare human emotions, Jiang Chen’s interest grew.

"When will you go back."

Tanki Liuli didn’t answer his question, instead contrarily asked back.

Go back?

Jiang Chen was startled and somewhat moved at the same time.

Look at this.

This is what dedication looks like.

Despite the strong personal feelings towards the place, there’s no rejection before departure.

Certainly.

This has nothing to do with any personal charm.

Boss Jiang was aware of his limitations.

Money sometimes has a significant effect.

Had it not been for the unlimited supply of alcohol he offered during his last descent, even with Lan Peizhi’s consent, it might have been difficult to lure her out.

Receiving favors shortens hands.

Surely she differs from her senior sister; the Taoist nun sister is undoubtedly a loyal disciple.

"If you’re really not fond of this place, don’t force it. Once in Tokyo, I’ll get you a ticket, and you can go back tonight."

Boss Jiang said considerately.

This is what capitalist cunning looks like.

Knowing full well she’ll refuse, yet still feigning generosity.

"Actually."

Jiang Chen advised, "Now it’s already the new century, people must look forward; the time advocates cooperation for mutual benefit, and most people like us in Dongying haven’t experienced that era."

Indeed.

People living to a hundred is inevitably rare.

Be it victims or perpetrators, the vast majority are no longer alive.

Jiang Chen’s words sounded a bit like ’when will the cycle of vengeance end’, and right after he spoke, he abruptly sensed a sharpened gaze comparable to the blade glint on the waterfall’s rock face, even alerting him to danger.

After so long together, it was the first time he felt such intense hostility coming from his companion, aimed at him.

Bewildered, Jiang Chen subtly furrowed his brows, just about to speak, when the Taoist nun sister, differing greatly from usual, stared at him with an unprecedented gaze.

"Are you a traitor?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Taken aback, Jiang Chen’s pupils froze, becoming completely stupefied!

Trai, traitor?

There’s a plethora of derogatory terms—rogue, scum, degenerate, even sycophant.

But no words carry a stronger insult than these two.

Jiang Chen’s mouth twitched, wanting to laugh but entirely unable to; he repeatedly hesitated, finally stating for himself: "I joined the Young Pioneers in the first batch at my elementary school."

If Fang Qing were here, she might have exposed his lie.

Despite entering East Sea University through genuine academic efforts, back in childhood before family changes, Jiang Chen was rather mischievous, whereas the first batch in Young Pioneers were excellent, obedient kids, or like Fang Qing, able to "act" well.

He certainly wasn’t in the first batch, but it’s understandable if he can’t remember clearly after so many years, however he definitely was a Young Pioneer, which is undeniably true.

When he joined, that’s a detail, not too significant.

The red scarf might be unfamiliar to the Taoist nun sister who’s never undergone compulsory education, but anyways, Jiang Chen felt that the intangible penetrative force was gradually dissipating.

Even though she doesn’t know what the Young Pioneers are, after being together for a long time, one’s temperament can’t be completely unknown.