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Chapter 977 - 702 Enters the World

Chapter 977: 702 Enters the World

It was as if he’d received a mysterious package, and there wasn’t a way for him to ignore it.

Jiang Chen stood rooted for a moment before walking over.

The young Taoist nun, enchantingly beautiful, remained motionless, her gaze fixed on his face, untroubled and serene.

A couple of steps away, Jiang Chen stopped, intending to greet her but unsure of how to begin.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know her name.

If he remembered correctly, it should be Tanki Liuli, a name that sounded utterly mystical.

Miss Duanmu?

Looking at her dark cyan Daoist robe, that honorific seemed quite inappropriate.

Right.

There was also the sword on her back.

As Jiang Chen was contemplating his opening line, someone alleviated his awkwardness.

Two police officers walked over briskly.

The densely packed crowd on the Bund made it easy for accidents to occur, which had the diligent public servants patrolling at all times.

Seeing the incredibly beautiful woman dressed as a Taoist nun, the pair of police officers responsible for the nearby area also expressed surprise, their attention quickly drawn to the eye-catching sword.

Perhaps wandering the world with a sword was a fond dream for many.

But, after all, this was an era governed by the rule of law.

Strutting around with a regulated blade?

Especially in a bustling area like the Bund?

Jiang Chen quickly perceived the reason for the intense scrutiny from the two officers and immediately spoke up.

"Officers..."

One of the police officers raised a hand to stop him, not allowing him to say much, his expression stern and wary as he focused on the woman in the Daoist robe, "Please take off the knife on your back."

The young Taoist nun didn’t move, perhaps not understanding what the officer meant.

That made sense.

What she carried was a sword.

What did that have to do with a knife?

"Please hand over your knife."

The other officer emphasized.

It wasn’t fair to blame them for being unable to distinguish between a sword and a knife; it was probably their first encounter with such a situation, so naturally, they were quite flustered.

Recalling the stone wall by the mountain waterfall covered with sword marks and knowing she seldom left the mountains and was ignorant of worldly matters, Jiang Chen intervened timely to prevent anything more severe from unfolding, saying kindly to the reclusive young Taoist nun, "Hand over the...weapon on your back to them, it’s okay, I’ll return it to you."

Wang Heting had explained before leaving.

The old master had sent his disciple down the mountain for training.

Indeed.

The old master was advanced in years and should have reached a state where desires fell away, but his young disciple was still young. It wasn’t feasible to spend all her time in the harsh, isolated mountains.

But training was training.

What did coming down with a sword amount to?

She was naive about the ways of the world, so didn’t the old master realize that the world below the mountains was no longer the heroic era of chivalry?

Although Jiang Chen advised her, he had no assurance that she would listen to him since, at most, they had only "met."

Once he finished speaking, he was actually ready to call Lan Peizhi.

If she didn’t listen to him, she would certainly heed her sister Lan Peizhi’s words.

Fortunately, that situation didn’t arise.

Perhaps trusting Jiang Chen due to their brief encounter, the woman in the Daoist robe accompanied by the ancient classics removed the long sword from her back.

The two officers focused intently, ready for any eventuality.

The woman handed over the sword.

Carrying a controlled blade, especially one so lethally significant, an ordinary person would have to go to the station to have a heartfelt chat with the officers. However, legal principles don’t overshadow human sentiment.

Jiang Chen had already prepared for the aftermath.

"Clang!"

The officer carefully took the sword and drew it from its simple yet elegant sheath.

Then.

The two public servants looked at each other, somewhat dumbfounded.

It was indeed a sword.

But what was pulled out from the sheath was a wooden sword made from some unknown wood.

Jiang Chen was speechless, holding back a laugh, and spoke, "Officers, this is just a prop bought from a craft store."

"Clang."

The sword was sheathed again.

The two officers were a bit embarrassed but also relieved, "It’s best not to carry this kind of thing out; it can frighten the public."

Jiang Chen nodded, "Understood."

After a mutual exchange of glances, the officer handed the sword to Jiang Chen and then glanced at the woman in the Daoist robe again, hesitating to speak.

Clearly, the two officers were quite curious about her, too.

"Can we go now?"

Jiang Chen asked amiably.

"Sure."

The officers nodded.

"Let’s go,"

Jiang Chen said to the Taoist nun.

The two of them left.

Watching their retreating figures, the two policemen finally couldn’t help but discuss, "She’s truly beautiful."

"Yeah, I even wondered if she might be a celebrity. Do you recognize her?"

"No. And there aren’t many celebrities who can match her beauty."

...

After opening the back seat, Jiang Chen first placed the sword down, then gallantly opened the front passenger door.

Tanki Liuli sat down gracefully, and as she passed by, a refreshing fragrance wafted over.

Taoist nuns probably wouldn’t use perfume.

It must be her natural scent.

Jiang Chen closed the car door, walked around to the driver’s side, and got into the car.

"How did you get here?"

As he started the car, Jiang Chen asked.

With such attire, she must have been checked if she took public transport.

"Wang Heting."

Perhaps they were still unfamiliar, her response was somewhat sparing.

"Did he drive you here?"

Jiang Chen continued.

Tanki Liuli nodded.

A high-ranking colonel had indeed made the effort to drive her all the way from Sichuan and Shu to East Sea.

For a woman like her, it seemed worthwhile.