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Chapter 976 - 701 Taoist Nun Descends the Mountain_3

Chapter 976: 701 Taoist Nun Descends the Mountain_3

"Oh."

The Taoist nun quieted down.

The man sighed again, a hint of faint sadness in his exhale.

The Taoist nun did not sense the melancholy of the person beside her and turned her head to look at the magnificent Pujiang.

"How does it compare? Is it prettier than the little stream in the mountains?"

the man asked.

The Taoist nun didn’t speak.

"Do you want to go sit on it?"

The man looked toward the brightly lit ferry moving along the river.

"You were about to leave, weren’t you?"

The Taoist nun was not entirely naïve, at least she was sensible.

The man’s face showed his dejection. He really wanted to say he was not leaving, but his sense of duty still restrained his emotional impulses.

"If you want to go, you can ask Jiang Chen to accompany you. He and Miss Lan are friends; you don’t need to be formal with him."

The man treated her like a child inexperienced in the ways of the world.

All right.

This Taoist nun did indeed seem quite young.

"Click."

The sound of a shutter echoed.

The man squinted slightly and turned his head.

He saw someone holding a camera, aiming it at them.

"Wait here for a moment."

With that, he walked over.

"Please delete the photo you just took."

The photographer put down the camera without the panic of being caught, calm and collected, he said, "I am from Prosperous Scenery Frontline, just doing some normal street photography."

Prosperous Scenery Frontline.

A well-known domestic entertainment media company—anyone a bit knowledgeable should have heard of it.

Perhaps the man was too ignorant or indifferent; he continued, "Please delete the photo you just took."

"I told you, I’m just doing normal street photography; you have no right to make me delete it."

"Normal street photography is fine, but you photographed me and my friend without permission, infringing on our portrait rights,"

the man said calmly.

"I didn’t photograph you."

The photographer quickly denied.

"Then please show me the photos you’ve taken. If my friend and I aren’t in them, I will apologize and leave right away,"

the man said, still very polite.

But the other party was unresponsive, perhaps due to a sense of superiority from his employer or a usual practice in his profession, he held his camera firmly and retorted, "Why should I show you?"

Jiang Chen, who had just arrived, witnessed this scene and then saw the young Taoist nun standing alone amongst the crowd yet seemingly isolated from the world.

His expression froze, and his steps involuntarily halted, but he still approached.

"Colonel Wang."

"Here."

Wang Heting smiled at him.

The street photographer did not take it seriously; after all, just from the accent, it was really hard to discern what "Colonel Wang" meant and what significance it carried.

But he would soon understand.

"The old master sent Liu Li down from the mountain for training, and I’m supposed to hand her over to Miss Lan in East Sea. However, Miss Lan isn’t here; she asked me to leave Liu Li with you for now."

Jiang Chen’s eyes twitched as he suppressed the turmoil inside him and quickly asked, "Can’t Colonel Wang hand her over to Miss Lan? Miss Lan is in Capital City."

"I wish I could, but there’s no time."

"What’s the matter with Colonel Wang?"

Wang Heting’s lips slightly curled up, "Mr. Jiang, are you probing into state secrets?"

Jiang Chen fell silent.

Indeed.

Given the other party’s status, if he were on a mission, it indeed qualified as a state secret.

"Alright, I have to go."

At that moment.

Two military jeeps drove up.

Pulling over, four stern-faced soldiers exited.

"Snap!"

They walked up to Wang Heting and gave him a solemn military salute.

Anyone slightly perceptive could easily tell who these people were.

The color drained from the face of the man with the camera; his lips trembled, his complexion turning ashen.

"Take him away,"

Wang Heting pointed at him.

"I haven’t broken any laws; you have no right to do this..."

Some people are like this: when others try to reason with them, they play dirty.

But when others drop the pretense of reason, they start quoting the law.

Frantic shouts were useless against the display of power; the man was dragged away along with his camera.

"Mr. Jiang, I’ll be going first."

Jiang Chen did not inquire further and shook hands with the other party.

To reach such ranks before the age of thirty, aside from his prominent background, his arduous efforts were indispensable.

Just like that cliché yet truthful saying.

Underneath a prosperous era, there are always those who carry burdens for the peace of thousands of homes.

Wang Heting withdrew his hand, glanced briefly at the Taoist nun nearby without any sign of attachment, quickly averted his gaze, and walked toward the jeeps with a resolute expression.

Shortly after.

The two military jeeps turned and left.

Ignoring the surrounding whispers, Jiang Chen slowly turned around.

The Taoist nun, who had spent who knows how long in that mountain temple, was looking at him quietly.