I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 979 - 703 Drink Tea

Chapter 979: 703 Drink Tea

The next day, Jiang Chen deliberately got up early.

After all, there were guests at home.

After washing up and dressing neatly, he went to the guest room and gently knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

No one answered.

Were they still sleeping?

As a practitioner of the Dao, one should be disciplined.

"Knock, knock, knock... It’s time to set off."

While knocking, Jiang Chen tentatively called out.

Still no response.

He couldn’t help but reach for the doorknob and tried turning it.

"Click."

The door opened in response.

Jiang Chen looked inside.

The room was empty, the bedding neatly folded as if no one had ever stayed there.

Jiang Chen froze.

Could everything last night have been an illusion?

He entered the room and quickly detected a faint, elusive fragrance, reminding him it hadn’t been a dream.

Turning to leave the room, he closed the door behind him. As he went downstairs, he saw a figure of otherworldly elegance quietly sitting on the sofa.

Still in that Daoist robe and with that sword.

"You didn’t stay up all night, did you?"

Tanki Liuli turned her head to look at him.

"I did sleep."

"When did you get up?"

"At the hour of Mao."

Jiang Chen paused.

The hour of Mao?

The average person might not understand, but he, after all, was a top university’s scholar.

The hour of Mao refers to the period from five to seven in the morning. It was now a little past eight and, because it was winter, daylight hadn’t broken long ago, meaning she had been sitting there for at least an hour.

Such an exasperating bio-clock.

Not one of those overworked corporate drones, why be so harsh on oneself?

"Why didn’t you wake me up?"

Tanki Liuli did not reply but instead asked, "When are we going to find Senior Sister?"

It seemed her bond with Lan Peizhi was indeed deep.

Jiang Chen took out his phone to check the time, "No rush, traveling by plane is quick. Let’s go have some breakfast first."

When they sat down in the breakfast shop and felt the surrounding glances, Jiang Chen finally couldn’t help but say, "How about we go buy some clothes after this?"

"No need."

Tanki Liuli refused, eating a simple meal of a bowl of corn porridge with a marinated egg.

Jiang Chen watched her peel the eggshell piece by piece and then gently take a bite, feeling odd.

"We’re not in the Taoist temple now. Dressed like that, you’ll attract attention from everyone."

Jiang Chen hinted delicately.

It seemed only then did Tanki Liuli realize her attire was unusual, and she glanced around.

Some of the customers who’d been sneaking peeks at her suddenly met her gaze, offering awkward smiles or hastily lowering their heads.

"Master said, there’s no need to mind the looks of others."

Tanki Liuli withdrew her gaze.

"..."

Okay then.

Jiang Chen had nothing to say and involuntarily glanced again at the sword she didn’t even put down while eating, opting for a compromise.

"Then could you please leave the sword behind? Carrying it around, you’re likely to be stopped by the police, you know? Like constables, like those two we encountered last night with hats."

Tanki Liuli held the egg, possibly even smoother than her cheek, and silently gazed at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen felt slightly uncomfortable.

Her gaze was still pure and unblemished, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was looking at an idiot.

That was to be expected.

Even someone from outside the mundane world would have some understanding of this society.

"Heh, as long as you’re aware, it’s fine. Although it’s a wooden sword and not a problem, it’s still troublesome to be stopped for checks."

Jiang Chen tried to save face.

"You can just give me Senior Sister’s address; I can find her on my own."

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words and couldn’t go on.

It would be okay if it were a normal person, no, that wasn’t the right term—let’s say an ordinary person. Traveling from East Sea to Capital City was easy, whether by plane or train.

But where would Jiang Chen’s peace of mind be if he let her travel alone?

If there were an accident, how would he explain it to Wang Heting and Lan Peizhi?

"Let’s eat."

He picked up his chopsticks and stopped the conversation.

Originally, he planned to travel with Ai Qian and Wei Chuyin, but now with the extra "burden," Jiang Chen had to change his plans.

After all, Ai Qian had medical personnel accompanying her, so his presence was insignificant.

Due to her medical condition, Ai Qian’s group traveled by car, while Jiang Chen took a scheduled flight with Tanki Liuli.

Even though he specifically chose first-class seats, he couldn’t prevent the surprised glances.

The passengers in first class were all no ordinary people, but Tanki Liuli still challenged the extent of their worldliness.

Even if it was a wooden sword, it couldn’t be taken into the cabin, but fortunately, Tanki Liuli wasn’t completely inflexible and handed the wooden sword over to the crew for check-in.

Aware of the whispering around him, Jiang Chen was beginning to regret not buying a private plane.

He used to think it was too ostentatious, but he had to admit, those tools came in handy at times like this.

"Rest for a while, we’ll arrive once you wake up."

Tanki Liuli, sitting beside the plane window, ignored him and turned to gaze at the majestic sea of clouds outside.

It was probably her first time on a plane, yet she was adapting quite well.

Jiang Chen reclined his seat and put on an eye mask.

Two hours later.

An extremely beautiful Taoist nun walked out of the Capital City airport, which handled tens of millions annually, creating a unique spectacle.

The bustling crowd of people spontaneously parted to form a passage for her, with passersby offering respectful looks as they went.

Jiang Chen was used to it by now. Fortunately, after his repeated persuasion, although he couldn’t convince Tanki Liuli to leave the sword behind, at the very least, she bought a cloth bag to wrap it up, which prevented an even greater sensation.