"Don't believe me?"
"If you don't, let's take a walk outside and see who the girls on the street flirt with."
Ronglin casually raised his brows. Competing with me in looks? You'll die a miserable death.
"Cough, cough!!"
Jiraiya suddenly felt like the wine he had swallowed was coming back up, choking him badly.
Today, he finally saw through it—Ronglin was even more narcissistic than him, the Toad Sage.
Having nearly choked to death, Jiraiya had learned his lesson. He stopped wasting time on the subject. He could see that this had already become a habit for Ronglin.
Don't be fooled by the fact that Ronglin did not drink much in a single gulp. By the end of each drinking session, he had not drunk any less than Tsunade.
Little by little, it added up!
"Did you gain anything from this trip?"
As he ate the small dishes the tavern owner had brought over, Ronglin asked casually.
"No."
Jiraiya glanced at Ronglin, set down his chopsticks, and sighed. "Other than gathering some material, there wasn't much to gain."
Besides searching for Orochimaru and collecting material for his novels, Jiraiya had also been searching for the so-called peace.
His ideas differed from most people's. At the very least, he believed peace existed, which put him worlds apart from Ronglin.
In Ronglin's view, so-called peace simply did not exist. Wanting peace was impossible.
The strong could ensure peace in one place, but they could not ensure peace in every corner of the world.
Peace—because everyone defined it differently and viewed problems from different stages in life, they would naturally arrive at different conclusions.
In the eyes of ordinary people, peace meant no wars or calamities, being able to live calmly and quietly. But for people like Ronglin and the others, the definition