"Don't worry about the money." Master Zhao San waved his hand. "Just go into the mountains, take pictures of what you see, and show them to me when you get back."
Although Master Zhao San didn't know what it meant for pollen that blotted out the sky to cover the entire Taihang Divine Mountain, his fifty or sixty years of experience made him realize that this world had definitely changed.
Although he didn't know where the world would lead, he still understood that investing in young people meant investing in the future.
Especially young people like Chu Feng, who were clearly willing to remain in town—they were truly hard to come by.
If something unexpected happened, they would still need young people to charge at the very front.
Having lived for more than sixty years, Master Zhao San understood this principle perfectly.
When Zhou Quan rode his beloved Motorcycle into view before Chu Feng, carrying a hiking backpack and a weapon crudely wrapped in a woven sack, Chu Feng was instantly startled.
"Chu Feng, are you going to a martial arts tournament?"
"Come to my house first. I still have some things to bring." Without another word, Chu Feng sat on the back of Zhou Quan's Motorcycle.
Then, they geared up and left the town.
Along the way, they encountered quite a few young people driving into the mountains.
They seemed to have all received word that a rare treasure had appeared in the mountains.
The rare treasure seemed to have awakened the dissatisfaction in ordinary people's hearts. They wanted to take a gamble.
One should never underestimate an ordinary person's ambition to defy Heaven and change fate.
Taihang Mountain stretched endlessly and was magnificent. Although roads had long since been built through the mountains,
small cars still found it